There wasn’t much to get done yesterday. I was falling asleep at work, I ended up walking home in the cold rain–and my walk is about a kilometer, or three-quarters of a mile–so by the time I arrived I wasn’t in the best of moods, and I was feeling a bit of a chill. But there were packages waiting for me, and one of them were new jeans and a fleece jacket, and I had to try them on and check things out and get pictures and . . .
And by the time I finished doing all that and chatting with people, nine PM had rolled into town, and the brain wasn’t doing what it should do. Never to mind. It did a lot of that stuff earlier during the day, usually between moments when I was working on programs and going to meetings.
It’s how I pass my day when I’m working at my other life.
The other thing I’m into at the moment is mind mapping. I’ve done this before, and talked about it on a few occasions. These days I use Scapple–not because I work in Pennsylvania, but because it’s a good product. Mind mapping is a good thing if you’re trying to work out something and you just don’t know how all the pieces fit together. This isn’t the same thing as building a time line, though you can take the information here and build up your cause and effect–or your Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey ball of stuff if you’re in that sort of mood.
So I’m trying to rebuild a character, and I’m forty-eight notes of information into the process, and I’m still going. I’m trying to be honest and saying the things that should be said from the questions being asked. It’s from this that I’m trying to build the layers of the onion, and every so often it does make me cry–
Why do you cry? Because I’m not certain that I’m asking the right questions. If you don’t ask the hard questions, you’re not going to get the good answers. You’ll get crap. You know: garbage in, garbage out. It’s just like a computer, only this crap is swirling about in your head before you put it on a page.
So I’m doing that. I played out a couple of scenes in my head yesterday, because between panicky requests to make changes to a program, one needs to put their mind to other, more important things. Like figuring out when Papa’s gonna ask about a certain boy, because he knows his only child is really off to school to meet this kid. Or what someone does when they are the first off the elevator and they get strongearmed by their chaperon to take one for The Foundation and do something special. I also realized yesterday that one of the new scenes I created in Scrivener isn’t needed: that journey around London can be discussed while having lunch. No need to tell everyone about it . . .
It’s taking time, but it’s all slowly coming together.
The real treat is when I start writing again.