Editing: it’s a way of life. Well, not really, but if you want to hone your skill as a writer, you need to know this trick; you need to know how to cut and correct–and even add–where necessary. Now, when it comes to cutting my own work–hey, I’m still learning.
This is not an easy thing to learn.
But edit I did, and I’m just about half-way through my friend’s novel as of this morning. Tonight I’ll pass that line and then it’s downhill all the way. As I see it, I’ll finish up before I make the trek back to Northwest Indiana next Friday, and that’ll leave me free to do my biz there and relax.
Did I say relax? I meant I’ll probably maybe possibly start writing again.
I know I said I wouldn’t start on Act Two until I returned to The Burg, that I wouldn’t put word to electronic paper before 31 March, but it’s simply too hard to stay away from my story. I’m doing all this outlining and thinking and character building, and after a while the whole, “I’m just sitting and enjoying my down time” thing isn’t working for me. It is nice, but like last night, I found myself getting a little bored once the editing is out of the way and Me Time has arrived.
That’s because there isn’t a lot of time for me anymore. It’s all about my characters.
And that brought me back to time lining. Yes, I love doing this because I love seeing how things are laid out along a path upon which one can start putting a story together. You know the quote “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”? A story is the same way: you have an idea about where you want to go, but you have to start that journey by getting one foot in front of the other and easing on down the road.
Time lines are the same for me. I know pretty much where I’m going–I just have to lay out the map and see where to walk. And ever since I was a kid I was good at reading maps.
Which brings me to Annie and Kerry’s B Levels. It’s an interesting time in their lives–but mostly it’s an interesting time in Kerry’s life. He starts out bored as hell because he’s home, his parents aren’t showing an interest in his schooling–not that he can really talk about it all that much, because there is something of a gag order on Normal kids to otnay alktay aboutway earninglay agicmay. His parents still think of Kerry as this kinda strange kid that popped out of Mom’s vagina one day, and since then they’ve become stuck with him, not really knowing why he is so quiet and introverted, while he wonders why it always feels like his parents are shunning him simply for being alive.
Then he gets a visit. You can see it, all the way over on the left:
His favorite lesbian couple from Salem come calling, which isn’t that hard for them to do because (a) they actually live in England, so it’s not that far to travel, and (b) Helena can teleport, so who cares if they’re coming from Bath or the middle of the Australian Outback? Will it and ye shall Jaunt.
So they come, they talk, they hear his tales of woe, and they tell him to keep a stiff upper lip because it’s the UK and they’ve already had tea for lunch. Then some days later his parents finally talk about his school, and want to know about his friends–and the parents see an unusual pattern in his friend zones.
And that night is when he starts having dreams . . . dreams about a girl that he thinks he knows, but isn’t sure because he just can’t place where he’s seen her. And those dreams keep comings–in fact, they happen a couple of times when Annie’s right next to him, um, sleeping. Yeah, that does happen, but get your mind out of the gutter because it’s not like that.
After editing tonight I’m going to play with this some more because there are things I want to add here, and it means I won’t have to do all this crazy plotting when it comes time to write this story. Oh, and while doing this I ended up with a great scenes where three of the instructors and the head nurse all sort of figure out what’s going on–though mostly it’s Erywin who does the figuring, because her lesbian spidey senses start tingling madly–
You never ignore lesbian spidey senses. Never.