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>Oh my, I think I’ve got a novel…

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I’ve been hard at work trying to get Chapter One into a decent enough shape to be finally beta read.  I let the earlier incarnation out to a few folks and I admit, I cringe at the words on the paper.  The gist of the story was there, I suppose, but it was in a very rough shape.  The latest draft reads much better; not quite diamond, more like cubic zirconia.  It’s getting there.  I can say that now after a couple of frustrating days.

It’s been two weeks since I got down into no holds barred editing.  I’m somewhat surprised at how long one scene took me to get right but I suppose it’s because it was further than the others at getting my character’s point across.  I have to keep in mind, when I’m trying to rush through, that the process takes as long as it takes.  Good practice for when I’m looking at a nth revision I’ve been asked to do. 

What I’m loving is getting all the details in the right place, something I wasn’t so great at the first pass through.  I know it’s because I didn’t have all the details to begin with (you’d think these characters would clue me in or what not) but it’s still fun making things click – even for the author!

So, yeay, Chapter One is done and I’ll be foisting it on my unsuspecting victims betas soon.  Unfortunately for the husband, he’s really good at being a beta and has no idea about 8,300 words are heading his way.  He also doesn’t spare my feelings at all and has no qualms about telling me when something doesn’t work without needing to use the sandwich method.  I think that makes me lucky 🙂

I’ve also been paying attention to the music I listen to (either in my head or through my speakers) when I edit a chapter.  Chapter One has been brought to you by the oh, so appropriate song Redundant by Green Day.  





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>I have to wait how long?

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This past weekend, I finished the first rewrite of Wishful Thinking.  Five minutes after, a funny thought occurred to me: I couldn’t wait to go back and reread it from the beginning.  And I wanted to do that right then.


I wrote this for the first time during the 2009 NaNoWriMo, the idea one I’d been kicking around for  months before.  I wrote somewhat faithfully to the first outline I drafted in October and breezed through the first draft.  I even hit my 50k words well before the November 30th deadline.  Still, I worked on, reaching The End in December at 63k.


Took the draft with me on the plane heading east for the holidays.  Read the first chapter and realized it all sucked.  Really bad.  The climax scene was anything but.  I know the common rule is to read from page one until the last without editing but I couldn’t imagine wasting several hours on something I was going to rip to shreds.


So I didn’t.  I put the manuscript away for almost all of January.  When I came back to it, I grabbed the first chapter and pulled out what I liked.  The plot had changed dramatically so chapter two was a goner.  Unfortunately, so was chapter three, most of four, all of… well the rest.  I think out of the first edition, I’ve kept about 20k words.  Even that might be a stretch.  


At the least,  I’ve learned I’m fairly detached from my work.  I’ve learned lots more stuff too and will chat about it in the coming days when I’m trying not to go back in and peek.  I’m not sure what my reaction is going to be when I reread in a couple of weeks, but I know this plot is stronger and more interesting the way I’ve rewritten it.  Lasting a couple of weeks is going to be the hard part.    




Distractions:
~  I was a laser-guided missile the last several days.  The three loads of washed and dried laundry in piles on my bed can attest to it.  As can the receipts scattered on the counter from a take-out/eat-out frenzy.  As can children who look at me and say, mommy?  Well, not really, they all still remember me, but I holed up as much as I could and cranked out the last 4k words.


Accomplishments:
~ 75,471 words, the majority fresh.  Which means for Wishful Thinking, I’ve written at least 130k words.  Letting that sink in.











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