I know what you’re thinking: there should be sex ed talk here. Right? Wrong. Finished my drive Back to The Burg last night, and a good middle chunk of the Pennsylvania Turnpike was a parking lot. We had three lanes of traffic on a winding two lane highway, and it didn’t make for great driving conditions. In fact, in a couple of spots I just came to a stop and stayed there.
What all that means is I’ll have to write the remainder of the scene tonight, which I can do after I go shopping. In fact, I may just stop at Panera and have something to eat, because I miss them. Or not. Stick to the schedule, right?
Anyway, I did think of something last night. Actually, I thought about it Saturday night when I was chatting with a friend, and we were discussing Annie and Kerry, specifically their shared dreams. And during the chat I said, “You know, now that I’ve mentioned the dreams, I should work up a time line for them.” The comment I received back was, “You haven’t already?” Yeah, I have friends who know me well, and whom are smartasses.
But there is a certain truth to that. See, I’ve got time lines for just about everything. I mean, this is one of the first I made:
This is the main time line for the novel–I should say “novels”, because I have information here pertaining to Annie and Kerry throughout their entire time at school. If you look at the point just to the right of “2011”, you’ll see a lot of different colored dots, and those are the events of which I speak. All my information in meta form is there, and I’m certain more than a few of you would love to peak at that display.
I also have this one:
A while back I make up lines for most everyone, which include when they were born and when they die. Yes, even for Annie and Kerry: I know the dates of their deaths and how they actually happen. Don’t worry, it isn’t anytime soon.
But you can see I don’t have anything for their dreams. There’s all sorts of stuff that is there, but what about their dreams? We know there are some key points: when they met as toddlers; when Kerry read to Annie for the first time, and what he read; the bike ride after Kerry moved to Cardiff, which is when they first learned each other’s real names; the time Annie told Kerry she was real; when she told him he was a witch; and when he told her he loved her. I have approximate points and even dates in a few instances, but the rest of it is all over the place.
And I don’t like things all over the place.
Some, sometime this week, I’ll have to fit in getting this together. Maybe this weekend when I have nothing to do between working on my novel and working on another writing project. Because I do what to point to one of these views and say, “Yeah, right there is when they did this.”
Oh, and I know when the June bad dream happened. It’s perfect.