Since I’d written in the morning, there wasn’t anything written yesterday afternoon or evening–which is good, because I spent most of the evening in something of a carb haze, as I’d went out for a late lunch/early dinner sort of thing, loaded up on bread and pasta, and then felt like I was going to fall into a coma the rest of the night. It was a good thing that Breaking Bad was on, otherwise I’d have probably crashed by eight PM and woke up about 2 AM.
The closest I came to writing last night was readjusting the time line of the story. There are things that needed to get tightened up, and I sluggishly went through that about the time someone was blowing up a nursing home on my television.
The last chapter was all about protecting people and trying to stay alive. And, in the case of one girl, sorta venting your death wishes in her direction, but we can’t be all sunshine and unicorns all the time. This chapter is gonna be different. It’s almost all gonna be scene from Annie’s point of view, with the exception of the scene All Clear, which really shows things from Isis’ point of view–though I’m actually rethinking how I want to write it now. I like the idea of the whole chapter being Annie-centric, and I’ve already decided how to go about writing the scene. Short, sweet, and to the point.
And it keeps the chapter on Annie’s point of view the whole time.
The interesting thing is that Kerry is actually in four of the five scenes as well, but he says almost nothing throughout the chapter. Needless to say I didn’t kill him, but since the second scene is Back to Bed #2, astute readers will realize that Bed #2 seems to be the one he gyrates towards, and it only makes sense that we’ll find out what actually happened out in Selena’s Meadow, and just how badly he was hurt. The last scene, Dreams On the Ward, it probably going to be the most intimate I’ve written, and it will start to answer some of the questions about how Annie knew Kerry before they met in London. But only will it start: there will be more head scratching, I’m sure, and it won’t be until sometime in the Third Act I give up all the answers.
Funny how I work that way.
In a way I’m glad the Attack chapter it over. It’s been just a little over a month since I started, and it was a bit of a slog. I’ve been through some personal issues during this time, and there’s nothing worse than dealing with your life while trying to create other lives. Though this is the stock in trade for writers: you put aside your own emotional and mental baggage for a while so you can develop emotional and mental baggage for your characters. It’s totally tit for tat, and if you have to suffer through that stuff, it’s only fair you make your characters share.
It makes them so much more believable when they’re crying over nothing, don’t you think?