Yes, it’s true: I was distracted by Project Runway last night, and that took almost two hours out of my writing time. I don’t watch much in the way of TV, but I’ve never missed Project Runway if I could help it. Seeing how this year they have a good amalgamation of drama queens, stress freaks, a crazy Russian who it trying to keep Old Soviet Union from asking for its stereotype back, and a dude trying to save unicorns, there’s enough insanity to get through the season–at least until they start culling the herd, then it’s every person for themselves, and you grab the popcorn and enjoy.
When that isn’t happening, I write.
The last part of The Foundation Chronicles is here, and that light at the end of the tunnel is probably me, the glow girl muttering, “It’s a girl, Mrs. Walker.” Before the runway I wrote about a meeting in a format headmaster’s office between a Foundation official and the woman who ate the headmaster’s face–rule one: never piss off the wrong teachers–and in the process of writing that scene I began mention people who will appear in the upcoming novel. No, not this novel: the next one. Remember?
The writing part was a bit slow, due in part to having people PMing me, due in part because I needed to look up time lines to make certain a person who was recommending another for a position actually knew that person when they were together in school. Remember those all those time lines I made before I began writing this story? Yeah, they work. I’d recommend making them and using them, but that would be proselytizing, and who wants that?
Really, try them. It can make life easy to do your homework up-front.
But after almost two hours away from my computer, after all that time when I wasn’t writing, with it being nine forty-five PM and knowing that sleep would call soon, there was something I wanted to write. There was someone I wanted to bring onto the stage.
There was someone I wanted to create.
I’ve been waiting for this moment to bring onto the stage a character I created two years earlier, and who would play a rather full part in this novel I’ve got kicking about in my brain. So now I’d reached the point in my current novel where this mysterious woman, she who was mentioned earlier in the novel, to walk on and make her grande entrance . . .
By the time I’d finished, I had a little over five hundred words written, on top of eighteen hundred or so I’d written throughout the day. It was a double good feeling to have all that wordage out of the way, and to have my character show up to–well, not save the day, but lay out some ground rules.
That chapter is on for today. I hope to finish it tonight, then do a short scene–and, yes, I do mean short–then write the final chapter, and . . .
Check back tomorrow. We’ll see about and then.