I am notorious for waffling on my writing projects, partially for the basic simple fact that I can never decide on what I want to work on and partially for the basic simple fact that nothing I work on as of late grabs me like this story, that story, that other story or these group of stories did.
Nowhere was this point jackhammered home when this past weekend (4/11 & 12), I got seriously motivated to do some writing. The motivation was a natural offshoot from taking the next steps with my novella: formatting and cover(s). So after performing my usual routine of last minute editing when opening the manuscript, I commenced to writing.
Funny thing happened on the way to nirvana though: I found myself writing some increasingly hostile verbiage for what seemed a rather overlong/never-ending scene of nastiness (no, I won't tell you what I was writing). Additionally, I found myself really not wanting to continue with story, simply because I really had no idea where I wanted to go with the story.
I stopped and took a long look at what I wrote and I said to myself, "You know what you need to work on, don't you."
And reluctantly, the answer I gave myself was, "I do."
So I went to my box of floppies and dug out the disk that had the story that would simply not go away (sort of like the guy who has a life insurance policy out on himself and survives about a half dozen attempts on his life). The story that periodically, since March 30, 2014, knocked on my subconscious to say, "You know you wanna...do me! Go on, you need to do me! Do me bad!"
Well...maybe not like that. But you get the basic idea.
So here I is, reading the story that simply will not go away to quietly decompose in the G.B.'s Slush Pile Of Ignorance, in order to refresh my memory on where I was going, This story (scroll down the paragraph called "Time To Go") I was reading on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in wonderful downtown Burbank, California (this was an actual trivia question that my daughter got on her phone this past Friday), instead of this story, which I checked out of the library this past Saturday (note to reader: I've only read the first 11 pages/4 chapters and this book has got me hook, line and sinker).
So the next step in tackling this story, of which I have 50 pages/4 chapters written, once I finish re-familiarizing myself with it, is to do the following:
1} Write in all the edits;
2} Fix point of view so that it's consistently 1st person (mixing views improperly is a bad thing);
3} Print out fresh pages;
4} Start writing fresh stuff.
Sadly, this is probably the one novel in which no written outline is needed and the two plotlines remain depressingly easy to remember as well as easy to resolve.
Damn, I really hate working on something that gives me the creeps yet remains the one thing that I'll probably finish this year.
Ever have that problem: work on something you detest yet'll be something that you'll finish to completion?
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