With the new scene out of the way, the time had come to start tearing up an old scene: lunch at the Pret á Manger outside the Russel Square tube station in London at 13:17, or 1:17 PM for you not on Universal Time. Since I know some people will ask, “How do you know there’s a Pret á Manger outside the Russel Square tube station?” because just like Johnny Cash, I’ve been everywhere, man:
Now, getting in and tearing things up isn’t always pretty. I could have just copied the scene off and put it aside with, “Don’t Touch Until Ready to Delete,” but I didn’t want to do that because it just gets in the way eventually. The easiest thing to do here is use the Scrivener ability to take a snapshot of your document. The snapshot is nothing more than a saved copy of your scene/chapter/whatever at the time it was taken. The nice thing about the snapshot function is that you can take as many as you like, and “roll them back” into the original any time you like. Or delete them if you think they serve no other purpose in your writing life.
I knew where my kids were going this time, but I now needed to make some notes concerning stations and the such. Because I’m nutty like that, you know? For this scene I’d already went into the Document References and attached a link to the map of the London Underground that I’d imported into Scrivener, so I split the screen and pulled it up so I could make sure I get some of the stations right–which came in handy later, because you’ll see why.
Now that I knew my stations more or less, I brought up the document notes–and the London Journey Planer website that I’d also embedded in a note card in Scrivener, and started looking at the route I’d taken. There were a few points on the trip where I wanted the kids to walk, so I plugged in a few stations, knowing that walking is something they do in London, and the website keeps track of that.
You can see my notes on the right as to where the kids are going, what stations they’re arriving at/leaving from, and in this shot I’m figuring out if they can walk from the London Eye to Big Ben tower–and since Westminster Station is right across the street from there, and this Journey Results tell me I can probably walk it in ten minutes if I push it, then, yes: it’s very doable for a couple of eleven year old kids.
One of the things I left off of here, and didn’t realize it until I was writing, was the place that Kerry hinted at going. So I popped up Google Maps, got the location, then looked for nearby tube stations that would take them to Russel Square. Found it–probably because I’d actually almost used it before–and added that note in as well, saying they’d summoned a cab–or a dragon, hard to say which–and taken it to the place Kerry wanted to see.
Lastly it was time to skim and see where new stuff needed to get added, and old stuff that didn’t make sense needed to come out. One of those things that came out was a few comments about Collin and Alicia and why they weren’t invited, but since Annie had made those comments in the prior scene they didn’t need to be here as well.
I made a few comment markers in the story and highlighted them so I’d know where I should put my new stuff and where I might need to edit the old.
With all that out of the way–about an hour’s work or so, not counting getting the maps and stuff a few days ago–it was time to write. And in that empty space between the two orange comments, I wrote. I had Annie taking Kerry around London; nothing major, just out to London Bridge, then down the Thames to the London Eye, then over the river to Big Ben and St. John’s Park and a look at Buckingham Palace . . . a nice little walking tour where kids could talk and take pictures–and at a couple of points in the narrative, Annie managed to get a little touchy-feely with her newest traveling companion. That girl–whatever is on her mind?
When I finished I’d had my best night in a while. The count said 1,063, but that didn’t take into consideration the one hundred and thirteen words I’d cut before I started, so the final count was far closer to twelve hundred words. And that’s just the start.
There’s more to come tonight. Much more . . .