Here it is, Tuesday, and by this evening I’ll have the first read-through edit of the The Foundation Chronicles finished. There are three and a half scenes remaining, and one of those scenes is seven hundred fifty words and a no-brainer to do, so I should burn through that in no time.
The scenes I was into last night were lovely: Kerry way, way up in the air, and Annie suffering in some deep despair. It’s an interesting metaphor, because until last night I didn’t realize that it’s a moment where Kerry is finally learning to soar, to accept that he’s not this huge loser that he’s believed he was for so long, while at the same time Annie’s sinking, telling Deanna the Seer that she wonders if she’s dragging him off to a destination not of his choosing–and then hearing of the report The Foundation put together on Kerry–and it doesn’t give a flattering description of the ginger lad.
It’s a nice dichotomy–not Die Me, Dichotomy, mind you–but it’s strange that until last night I didn’t recognize the inferences. And these tie in with the scenes that follow, which bring a nice resolution to the prior four scenes. If I’d actually considered writing it that way–well, it probably wouldn’t have turned out as well . . .
I’ve already started looking ahead to the next scenes, taking what the metadata is telling me and putting the ideas in my head. I already knew them when I laid the novel out, but now everything is starting to gel in a good way. I mean, take a look:
Chapter Thirteen looks pretty straight forward–spells, something at the Madness, Nurse Coraline working her magic, and–oh, look, a Genesis song and someone must be having a birthday. Yeah, those are easy to work out. Now Chapter Fourteen is a little more difficult–there are labs and rhymes about September, and something about confronting students–doesn’t sound good. And The Walking Tests? Yeah, I’m having fun with that one.
What this tells me is that my kids are gonna have a busy September, and with that they’ll get the first month of classes behind them. They’ll be well tested by them–maybe. Who knows what’s going to happen with this stuff, right? I do, but that’s because I’ve been living with this in my head for a couple of years, and now it’s time to let it out and run around the yard for a while. Otherwise it’s gonna go nuts and start tearing up the furniture.
Today or tomorrow I end one segment of this story, and next Monday night I move on to the next. I may do some editing passes on this once I start Act Two, or I may wait until Act Two is finished and do it all from the beginning once more. Act One will go quickly because I’ve already given it a bit of a polish, and then I can go nuts on Act Two. And then . . .
I can’t think about Act Three right now. That’s off in the future and I’m not Deanna Arrakis–
Or am I?