Baker Streets and Book Stores

Sound track; what was the sound track?  Yessongs by Yes, 461 Ocean Boulevard by Eric Clapton, and Simon and Garfunkel Greatest Hits.  There you are.  Lots of music, lots of time to write.

There was a reason for all the being spent:  I was sort of struggling through the writing.  I spent hours getting through research and looking at things and other stuff (“Whatcha workin’ on, Rick?”  “I’m workin’ on, you know:  stuff.”), and when it came time to do the words in the computer thing, it was like going at relativistic speeds:  you can get close to the words you want to write, but you can’t get out the exact ones you require.  It’s frustrating, but it’s part of this game.

Even so, I managed to push the novel a little further down the road.  Today should be the day I push through ten thousand words, and probably hit eleven, too.  If I’m really good, I’ll make twelve, but I won’t push myself too hard to reach that point.  I definitely feel I’m going to leave off the last scene of Chapter One, because what I could do there I could do in the next scene.  Then again . . . yes, I’m teasing with this stuff.  I know I could put a little bumper at the end of Chapter One, just a few hundred words showing something . . .

It’s a big setup.  I’m guessing twenty-five thousand words will pass through the gates before the first day of school even rolls onto the pages.  But it’s not about class–well, it is in a way–it’s about the little things.  It’s about being different in the real world.  It’s about learning about what you can do.  It’s about pushing yourself.  It’s about being a strange kid in a new land with strange things.

Yeah, the story is weird.  I like it.

But there was a lot happening yesterday.  There was walking down Baker Street; there was wondering if one’s clothing measurements were being made by a girl with a dragon tattoo; there were scientific supplies; and there was a meeting in a book store that I’ve actually been dreading for a while, but got through with little injury.  And now I’m in breakfast with a short Irish kids and a somewhat rude Scottish girl, and the group chaperon has said something along the lines of there’s no plan for the day:

 

A waitress set a saucer and cup in front of Ms. Rutherford; she didn’t speak until the server was out of earshot. “Nothing.”

Collin’s frown was severe enough to furrow his brow. “What do you mean?”

 

Poor Collin.  He should find a big chair to lift up his legs and curl up into.  Life is less stressful that way.

It’s nearly time to write.  It’s time to throw on music and get a couple of thousand words in the basket.  I didn’t update my count yesterday because I didn’t; I wanted to see Torchwood and Orphan Black last night, and watching The Clone Club was more important that doing The Word Count.  I’ll get it done today, never fear.

Now excuse me:  I got some urban exploring to put my characters through.

From Home to Holmes

Late start today, but it’s staying dark outside longer, and I’m sleeping better.  Don’t know why the later is taking place; maybe I’ve got a hell of a lot of stress out of my life, and it’s letting me rest and dream.  Whatever it is, I’ll take it.

Soundtrack listing for the writing experience:  Outside and Scary Monsters and Super Freaks, by David Bowie, and Honky Chateau by Elton John.  Yes, I had to go with three album, because writing.  It was taking some time.  Also, I started looking things up, and that took time, too.  But for the most part I stayed away from the outside distractions.  It paid off, believe it.  By the way:  Outside?  Brilliant.  Give it a listen.

Both my main characters are on stage, and I’ve brought in another character with a speaking part.  I’ve moved the action from Bulgaria to Cardiff, Wales, to London, where my characters are now staying in the Park Place Sherlock Holmes, which is a for real place–though if you roll in from the Baker Street side it looks a lot different.  But the kids love it, and I know when one of my characters leaves the hotel to do things he’s been asked to do by his chaperon, he’ll hum a certain tune as he’s winding his way down Baker Street.  Yes, I have to do that.

Even with the prep work i did prior to writing, I still found it necessary to look up a few things for the last scene and a few scenes coming up.  I needed to find the hotel, which paid off nicely.  I need to see tailor shops close to the location of the hotel, and found quite a few–including the shop of Sir Tom Baker, which means the shop is probably far bigger on the inside than the outside.  (And least you think I jest–)  I have my characters running off to buy equipment for their chemistry class–and, yes, they will need The Erlenmeyer Flask–and after that it’s off to order books.  Now, I found the perfect book store, and I’m considering using the real name, but I have a backup just in case.  Maybe I’ll put it in–yeah, hell, put it in.  I can always remove it later when I become well known with this story.

Already I see one scene I’m going to cut, because I don’t need to go into detail at that point.  I’m only considering removing it, because I don’t know if it’ll make any sense or have a need.  The novel is going to be long enough, though a thought is forming for what I could put there should I write it.  I’ll know tomorrow, because I’ll probably reach that point tomorrow.

During a short chat last night I reminded myself why I spent so much time planing this story.  For one, just locations alone keep me hopping about.  And two, a little over six thousand words and three scenes into the novel and I’ve already presented eight characters with speaking parts.  Two more are going to show up in the next few scenes, and in the next chapters there will be three more with significant scenes and three who will have a few words here and there.  There are at least two dozen characters with speaking roles, but don’t worry, I won’t get them mixed up.  Much.

Word count for last night:  2,702.  Count for the novel:  6,733.  Rock me, baby.  It feels like old times.