The big nasty
Feb. 1st, 2006 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonQuote of the day:
"We are standing in the storm of our own being."
—Michael Ventura
Writing report of the day: I'm writing and not reporting much because that generally works out better for me.
I've been smushing together chapters and rearranging so much that I was in jeopardy of posting a chapter to the workshop that hadn't been vetted by my local betas yet.
I rarely make major changes to a chapter after they've read it unless they've had big problems with it, but it makes me feel better to know somebody has laid eyes on it before it goes from fevered brain to semi-public release. My lovely locals have saved me some big embarrassment in the past and I love my lovely locals.
I had planned to finish the whole thing up and give them one big chunk—and they'd agreed to that. But I begged their indulgence and gave them six chapters Monday without the big finish. I keep thinking I'm about five or six chapters from finishing this thing completely—but I've thought similar thoughts before and fooled myself. So I'm still not making any predictions.
I've been trying a new writing strategy, too, to see if I can boost my production. I generally produce 500-750 words on a lunch hour, with the occasional 1000 word of 1200 word day. That's five days a week, and I generally allow myself to turn to other writing projects on the weekend. But for the past couple of weeks, I've tried for 750 a day. If I don't meet that goal, then I've got to make up the pages on the weekend. So far, I'm two pages in arrears for this week, but last week worked out okay. I was able to make up the shortfall with a Sunday writing session and even wound up a bit ahead of the game. We'll see if I can keep this up.
And more and more I think my next novel project is going to be straight comedy. Maybe with hints of dark corners (because I am who I am), but nothing worse than bittersweet. I've had it with the sturm und drang.
I'm at the point in Night Warrior/Born to Darkness where I'm pretty much doing nasty stuff to my characters all the time now (it's that time of the novel) and I'm bloody sick of it. I can't help wondering if that's leaking into my attitude about my life these days, too.
"We are standing in the storm of our own being."
—Michael Ventura
Writing report of the day: I'm writing and not reporting much because that generally works out better for me.
I've been smushing together chapters and rearranging so much that I was in jeopardy of posting a chapter to the workshop that hadn't been vetted by my local betas yet.
I rarely make major changes to a chapter after they've read it unless they've had big problems with it, but it makes me feel better to know somebody has laid eyes on it before it goes from fevered brain to semi-public release. My lovely locals have saved me some big embarrassment in the past and I love my lovely locals.
I had planned to finish the whole thing up and give them one big chunk—and they'd agreed to that. But I begged their indulgence and gave them six chapters Monday without the big finish. I keep thinking I'm about five or six chapters from finishing this thing completely—but I've thought similar thoughts before and fooled myself. So I'm still not making any predictions.
I've been trying a new writing strategy, too, to see if I can boost my production. I generally produce 500-750 words on a lunch hour, with the occasional 1000 word of 1200 word day. That's five days a week, and I generally allow myself to turn to other writing projects on the weekend. But for the past couple of weeks, I've tried for 750 a day. If I don't meet that goal, then I've got to make up the pages on the weekend. So far, I'm two pages in arrears for this week, but last week worked out okay. I was able to make up the shortfall with a Sunday writing session and even wound up a bit ahead of the game. We'll see if I can keep this up.
And more and more I think my next novel project is going to be straight comedy. Maybe with hints of dark corners (because I am who I am), but nothing worse than bittersweet. I've had it with the sturm und drang.
I'm at the point in Night Warrior/Born to Darkness where I'm pretty much doing nasty stuff to my characters all the time now (it's that time of the novel) and I'm bloody sick of it. I can't help wondering if that's leaking into my attitude about my life these days, too.