It’s Friday again.
Or on this side of the world, it’s actually Saturday morning.
Very, very early in fact.
Very cool too, which is strange for a city near the tropics in early spring. Also, it’s raining for the first time in a month or so, and we really need the rain.
I survived another week, still working on priorities, and the fact I’m juggling too many stories at once. You’d think it was easy by now, finding something that resembles a routine.
First, stick to one story at a time, then
Outline the story, write the chapters, bundle it all up and let it stew in the back of your mind for a few months.
In that time, write the blog, work on the 3,4,5, or is it 6 stories being written as episodes. I wanted to get a feel for what it was like for Charles Dickens all those years ago, writing stories in parts.
Then, after doing that and clearing the mind,
Come back and do the first edit, find all the grammatical errors, fix holes in the plot, make sure the subplots don’t take over, or minor characters steal the limelight.
It’s where a character mysteriously changed name, went from being a son to a nephew, or an aunt was an aunt from the wrong side of the family. A car that was red is suddenly blue, a man who smokes cigars now hates them, and the Mercedes changed model five times, about the same times as the age of the mother in the story.
Who said art imitates life?
Or was it that I was missing character motivation. The main character was drifting, much like I am, and I realized there was a little of my circumstances coming across to the story. Time to push those thoughts to the curb, and fill him with someone else’s ego.
So they’re fixed. Now it’s the time to cut, slash, and burn.
Back to the blog and episodic stories for another month or so, just to let those new changes swill around.
Piece of cake.
I’ve got this writing thing down!
What story was I working on again????