What happened this week, huh?
A sort of impressive wordcount and NOT writing The End on a manuscript I hoped to be able to put to one side. It seems the characters have more to say and more things to do so I’m still chipping away at it. With this week being Freshers’ week and a speech to a room full of freshers looming (I’ll probably be doing that while you’re reading this post, in fact!) it’s been heavy on the emotions.
So, what’s wrong with that?
Not finishing the story has given me a bit of the blues. I know that finishing it would have done the same. There’s always a moment of ambivalence when writing those last few words.
And the other thing I was doing? Not going well. I ended up dividing the manuscript into minute pieces and now I’m trying to fit them back together again coherently. It should be like doing a jigsaw where everything fits in nicely. Only this is the kind of jigsaw where you have to get your scissors out and cut some of the pieces into different shapes. I’m OK with that, though. Chopping it about a bit is what I expected. What I didn’t expect was that it looks like I’ve thrown the box of pieces on the floor and then stamped on them until I don’t even know which ones are the edges. It’s taking a lot of manipulation to get it back to where it was and the thought of opening Scrivener is making me sad.
OK, I’ll stop with the negativity now. It wasn’t all bad:
I’ve accidentally written some romance in to the WIP, which was nice because I was breaking over the amount of work I’ve had to do with the other novel. It’s quite a cute little scene actually:
‘Hey.’ It was Will.
‘Would it be weird if I was outside your house?’ He asked.
‘Why would you be outside my house?’ I realised that I secretly hoped he was. I pulled the receiver as far as it would go and peered around the curtains in the living room.
‘Would it be strange?’
‘Then I’m strange.’
It took me a second…
I ran to the front door and threw it open.
‘Yes, you’re strange.’ I said and he smiled at me and drew his hand through his hair. ‘Come in’
It’s not perfect, but it was enough to soothe my soul through the literal heartbreak of the rest of this manuscript.
I didn’t think I would be able to get it done before NaNoWriMo and there’s not that much left to do. I’ve had a few ideas for other novels too, so things are well on their way to being ready for November. I got to review a great pre-release and the linky was awesome last week.
I kept writing and exceeded my expectations for the wordcount goal and even though the other “novel” is in a very sorry state at the moment, it’s progress. It can only get better from here on in – this is the most depressing and hardest part.
I hope. x
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