Carpe Diem or Carpal Tunnel?
In a true testament to finish what I start, I have plowed through the first draft of my novel. Not just writing the draft, which has been done since the second week of March, but typing it too. Why I did not type it as I was drafting it, I'm not sure. I mean I've been transcribing many notebooks with draft work in them, so you would have think I would have learned my lesson. Believe me after pushing 47,255 words through my hands in less than a month, I will never separate that process again.
Actually, the number of words would have been quite a bit more if my internal editor hadn't kicked in during the last two chapters. My friend Phaedra was surprised that I hadn't edited much during the transcription until that part, but I explained that most of the stuff before it didn't bother me; however, I remember distinctly feeling like I would kill myself if I had to read an ending as long as the one I was drafting for this story, and so I just axed 3,000-4,000 words. Maybe it was my anxiousness to get finished with the transcription process.
The plan now is to let it sit in the drawer for a month, per advice of the famous Stephen King. Not that I'm friends with this man, but I'm game to try anything once. After that I will outline what is really there because it is different than the original outline I proposed. There are several key changes that will affect the story such as what Lexi really is and the main circumstance that affects Rebbeca's relationship with Angela. There are other scenes that will have to be added and so much of the "telling" aspect needs to become a "showing" aspect, but you know when you're just trying to get the story on the page it isn't as intriguing as when you've polished it all up with spit-shine. Editing is the most painful aspect of the whole process. It will take true grit for me to see it through to the end. And then there is that whole agent, submission, publishing question that people ask with eager eyes. I have absolutely zero experience in all that. I am just trying to get a single piece of work done before I pass on in life.
Searching for the Next Big Thing
If you're into horror or comics or both, it's Adam Black's Locus (http://locus.keenspot.com/). I'm catching up on all my reading that I've missed while researching and writing this novel. I have so many half started projects lying around the house I don't know where to start. Most would say, "Start at the beginning." Unfortunately, I don't know where that is. This means I'm going to have to pick one and go for broke. It's gonna have to be a small one through, so I don't feel like I spent my whole month just completing one single thing. Immediately, I can identify a few things that need my attention:
1) Making Ivan's Eighth Grade Survival Shirt;
2) Finish knitting the Joey Ramone doll;
3) Remember the ords of Danny Boy before I have to sing it on stage;
4) Remember my choreography for Chorea Borealis before some kid gets injured and I have to go in as the understudy; and,
5) Make my house presentable again.
That said...tonight after rehearsal I am going to the store, picking out a bottle of Japanese Plum Wine and drink myself into stupor that rivals Poe, Hemingway, Faulkner, Parker, and all their alcoholic counterparts.
"After a month's sobriety my faculties became unbearably acute and I found myself unhealthily clairvoyant, having insights into places I'd as soon not journey to. Unlike some men, I had never drunk for boldness or charm or wit; I had used alcohol for precisely what it was, a depressant to check the mental exhilaration produced by extended sobriety."--FREDERICK EXLEY [1929-92]Okay, maybe not. I did promise to cook dinner tonight.
Write more later... Peace... RK
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