…this is the sound of the author slamming into a brick wall.
Me, I have to do significant edits on paper. I’ve been able to add a couple scenes in, tighten up a bunch of writing, relatively minor stuff of that ilk, on screen, and I hadn’t really thought about having to take the printout and start really marking it up now that I have a clearer idea of what I’m doing with the story. I got through chapter 5 that way, and midway through chapter 6 went WHAM: too much to do to hold it in my head. Must go back to the printout and start cutting things (oh, God, the amount of stuff I have to cut) and start figuring out how to stitch it all together to put the new material in (oh God, the amount of new material I have to write).
I now have two printouts: the original draft from last week with its wee little markups on it, and the revision draft with the first six chapters. I’m a little leery of trying to mark up the entire original draft right now: I bet it’s smarter to go through the next three chapters or so and figure out how just the next *bit* works before I try to move past that. Right. So I’m off to do that, I am.
Boy. I had vague hopes of getting through chapter 10 by the end of the weekend. If I do that, man, I will be a god among men, I tell you. A veritable god among men.
ytd wordcount: 65,800
miles to Minas Tirith: 78