I am moving closer to my goal! I got around 8 pages done tonight. I know that is small beans to some people I know (who shall remain sparkly, or living in Japan and nameless, you know who you are) but it was a pleasant evening in Fahr Calladahn for me. I will take all of those I can get.
It still feels like I’m stumbling around in the dark. I’ve got too many people in a scene. I need to remember, what is so and so doing? And I am trying to follow my own advice. Noun, verb. Noun, verb. Don’t say “so and so saw the wave approach” - no. The Wave Approached! The wave roared! The wave slammed down on the beach. Stop thinking about the rewrite. I always think the rewrite is going to be impossible, and four or five months later, I am shocked and amazed that I see how all that glunk I spewed out can be formed into something resembling a stew, something edible. It’s funny how, in the cold light of day, the stuff you worried about doesn’t matter, and you see missing shingles and warped boards that need replacing. But before I can make stew, or repairs on the house of my story, or whatever other metaphor I can dredge out of my tired, sleep deprived brain, I have to do all the chopping and erect the framework. I am getting there!
If all goes as planned, 58 more days till The Truthsayers Plot is complete.