Today is a rough day. Today is the day after my latest electrolysis treatment, and let me tell ya, it was a wild one.
I made it through: I made it through the full two hours and I didn’t cry, though I twitched and squirmed and even hissed and shook a little. But I finished, I paid, and I made it home–
The women who does my work said she couldn’t believe how much she accomplished, and I believe it, because I was there. And don’t be fooled by that smug look: I was really out of it right there. I didn’t do much writing because it was hard keeping my head in the game. I managed three hundred words right on the dot, with the last one being, “What?” That coming from a student who just sort of burst out. In Sorcery class. In front of Helena. It won’t go well.
But–out of it. Right. I was out of it, and spent about a half hour in front of the television icing my face. I was so out of it that when I started changing for work this morning, I realized I’d put on my pajama bottoms backwards, and had slept in them that way. But I’m much better now. Sort of. It’s just a good thing it was cool outside, ’cause the walk in would have been brutal otherwise.
However, the walk in did allow me to think–and I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. The last few days I’ve been thinking a lot about Annie and Kerry and their future together–don’t worry, it’s not bad. It’s just filling in a few blanks that I’ve had, and fleshing out some areas that I knew of, but I wanted to get better. I’ve actually started taking note for this stuff, because I have too many things to remember, and it’s starting to spill out.
Like this morning. Yes, I’m looking through things prior to writing, and I pull up the story and all of a sudden I’m thinking, “Hey, you know, I want to add too scenes, but . . . where to put them?” Then I’m looking around the scenes and I hit one chapter and think, “What he hell was this about again?” Because I hadn’t written down anything to remind me what was happening at that point. So I had to pull up my time line for the story, because I knew it would have some information, and sure enough, it told me what I needed to remember. I wrote down those notes with the promise of fleshing it out a little more, because the actions in one scene set up something that’s going to happen in a later scene.
As for those new scenes–
I think one of the new scenes is gonna happen in Chapter Twelve, and will be the first one. It makes sense because I know what happens in From Green to Dream, and setting up the lead-in with a conversation between the two people in the new scene would fit there well. As for the other new scene–it just came to me where it should go. Because it makes sense.
So . . . get through this day, heal up, feel better, write more.
Should I leave myself a note to do that last?