The last few days have been pretty good revision days for the most part. I’ve made about 50o0 words progress on this retreat so far, and should have at least two more days in a row to work.
Working on the Surreality final draft means I sometimes run across large swaths of the draft that are largely fine. A sentence here or there needs tweaking, add or subtract a paragraph as needed, but otherwise use most of the existing text.
Some people would cut or paste this text, and in the past I have, but for some reason this draft I decided to retype every word of what will be my 80,000 word story. Some of this is as a method to force me to see every word, and part of it is as a momentum builder so that when I get to tougher sections I can feel like I’ve been making steady progress.
Of course this introduces the possibility for new mistakes, but that’s what my diligent and beautiful editor is for. I’m not sure I’d recommend this for every stage of a novel’s development, but for a book that I’ve had to put down sometimes, and am really now in the last six months making a real push to finish, this retyping has been really working for me.
What new things have you tried to kick start writing your second draft, or your first?
To Monsignor Buckley:
I received your challenge in yesterday’s electronic post and am putting quill to keyboard to pick up the gauntlet you have cavalierly thrown down.
Be it here declared that I, Benjamin Robert Reginald Trube (hereafter referred to as B. R. R. Trube) accept your challenge and all the perils and pleasure hereto.
If I may I would like to add the following stipulation. At the conclusion of our battle of bombastic bookery, the 80,000 words we have composed should be in a condition we feel comfortable sharing with the other.
Furthermore I generously provide the following code of source to enable Brian to report with the same daily alacrity his current word total:
<a href="http://www.languageisavirus.com/nanowrimo/word-meter.html" target="_blank" title="Surreality Final Draft"><div style="width:223px;height:15px;background:#FFFFFF;border:1px solid #000000;"><div style="width:41px;height:15px;background:#007700;font-size:8px;line-height:8px;"><br></div></div></a> 14871 / 80000 words. 18% done!
Putteth this in a text widget and your own word countenance shall shine upon you.
Finally, in the manner of Sir Justin Timberlake in the timeless classic The Social Network, allow me to edify your young mind, Mr. Buckley. Does your book in fact require a “the” in the title? Would not Crane Girl be just as moving?* But then again you probably need every extra “the” “and” “a” or “but” you can get.
Despite the chicanery of my previous missives let me assure you and any of our gentle readers that this is a contest between dear friends, and whosoever shall be the victor, the loser will have won a modicum of something as well.
In other words…
Bring it, Buckley!
B. R. R. Trube
*In all seriousness I understand that The Crane Girl denotes a woman of particular and unique ability, whereas Crane Girl could be one of many. Just trying to save you toner.
I need to start revising.
I think the month I was thinking of taking off after the fractal book is catching up with me.
But more than that I just haven’t taken the crucial first step of working on Chapter 1.
Sure I’ve been taking notes, I’ve been researching, I re-read the entire draft, and I’ve outlined the first few chapters worth of changes.
But I haven’t sat alone with my book and worked.
I am tired, but for mostly the same reasons I was tired before. I’m a night owl who has to get up very early. I’m disciplined once I’ve started, but starting sometimes gets the better of me.
I’m very excited to be revising. Reading the book sparked a lot of ideas, as did my tour of Columbus on foot.
Now they just need to get from my brain to the page. It’s such a short distance. Though not if you consider the brain’s fractal nature and the miles of neurons…
Delaying tactics with me are many and varied.
How about this? The wife and I have a date tonight with Radiolab at the Palace Theater so tonight’s not a good night. But how about come hell or high water I start Chapter 1 in the next 48 hours? Probably that’s Friday morning, or possibly lunch time if I can’t get my butt up in the morning. Maybe it’s even as late as Saturday morning, though that’s cutting it a bit thin.
Point is by Monday I will have either worked on my first chapter, or I will write another Princess Pony story. Trust me. None of us wants that.
We’ll just have to see what happens.