Back home it’s Indiana Blizzard Time: here isn’t cold, but nothing near that bad. Tomorrow, though, we get wind chill out the butt, so that’ll make the walk into work all the more interesting. Though back home it’ll drop to twenty below zero, so I’m not complaining.
Home stretch time on the novel. Not only did I whip out one scene last night–short and sweet, just under thirteen hundred words that sets up what’s coming next–but I also organized my novel into what I feel is the final format. In the picture I’ve placed here for all to see, I’m showing what the current act looks like, with parts and chapters and scenes laid out in Scrivener Outline Mode, but looking in the binder to the left one can see the other parts laid out in the other acts. Yep, she’s looking good. I even managed to get everything named the way it should be named.
I’ve had more issues getting this thing laid out and sections named than I’ve had with any other book, but then, I’ve never written anything this big and complicated before in one sitting. When I look at the other acts and realize there’s probably a quarter of a million more words waiting to get written, this is a long-term project, and may end up being the only original material I write this year.
What did I write about last night? The Midnight Madness. What is that, you say? At my school, every Friday and Saturday night the school lets all the students who want to join come to the main dining area and hang out with their fellow classmates. The one main requirement is that they have to come in appropriate sleepwear. Once there they sit around and play games, read, have snacks and refreshments, or just spend the night talking with friends until sometime after midnight.
It’s a school-approved pajama party, and everyone’s invited.
Does this mean that some couples are off in shadowed corners locking lips and sucking face? They’re teenagers: what do you think?
When you think about it, when you have a few hundred advanced and intelligent kids locked up in one spot, and all of them are either witches, gifted (they got crazy mutant powers, yo), or budding mad scientists, you gotta give them the chance to get out of their coven towers and relax. And some of these kids occupy all three spots on that Vern Diagram, which means they’re really burning the candle at three ends, and they probably need to drink fluids, munch on sandwiches and pastries, and play a few card games to unwind.
There you have it. Kids unwinding, author unwinding. Lucky for them their weekend is just starting, and I’m having to get back into the week. At least it’s not twenty below zero outside, but rather a tolerable cold.
Makes the walk to work feel like less of an impending doom.