Well, I’m off to a late start, aren’t I?
Day off for me, and after a little breakfast and a quick read here and there, I finally pop onto the blog to leave my thoughts–whatever they may be. Given what I was pondering while having my omelet, it’s a pretty easy guess that I’m on about writing again.
I performed a great deal of plotting yesterday for my soon-to-be novel. There is a lot to do, let me tell you: at the moment I’m up to Part Ten and Chapter Twenty-seven, and if I say I have an average of four scenes per chapters–ah, screw it, let me count . . . Ninety-four scenes mapped, dated, and time stamped. And since I did Parts Eight, Nine, and Ten yesterday, that means I did a sizable chunk of the story while I had The Walking Dead Apocalypse Marathon playing in the corner of the room. (And if you notice–I never say The Zed Word.)
Now, I know some people will look at the preceding paragraph and say, “Damn, why you put that much work into your work? Can’t you just write? You plotted out too much, it’s gonna suck, you hack!” That last has actually been said to me, by the way, but it came from a person who couldn’t come up with a name for a town, so like I’m worried, right?
But it helps me figure out what I’m suppose to say, and where. It’s the clue that tells me, “Oh, yeah, here the teacher is going to explain why she can cook much better meth than Walter White because magic!” (Which, by the way, is a real scene in the novel.) I’ve used this before, though only once to the extent I have it now.
With the combination of the Outline view and the left-side Binder, one gets the idea of where this is going, with scenes within chapters within parts. I did this with my Transporting novel, but that was something that I’d begun in MS Word with dozens of chapters already created, and I reversed engineered it for Scrivener. Here, I’m starting from scratch, and there are times when I get lost in my complexity.
Because this morning I realized I left out a couple of scenes, and in looking over the document while doing this post I realized I’d mis-numbered the chapters. That may have been due in part to laughing as Micheal Rooker was stabbed in the face over and over, but it was probably due more to my mind leaving my body to look for snacks. Or maybe I was tempted away from the computer by a succubus . . . or maybe this little thing who’s now perched upon my laptop. As you can see, the Second Doctor is not impressed, ’cause after you’ve played Yetis and The Great Intelligence, statues that only move when you’re not looking at them are minor things–
Then again, if he hadn’t told The Great Intelligence about the London Underground, circa 1970, some forty-five years later, then he wouldn’t have had to fight them before . . . or is that a paradox if he doesn’t?
More work today, with the expectation that I’ll finish this insane piloting by the end of the week. Since I have today off, who knows what kind of madness I’ll achieve?
The good kind, I hope.