Wordcount = 83,959
If you’re in an office somewhere today, looking out the window and yearning to be out in the autumn air, don’t be deceived. It’s damn freezing out here. The sky may be cloudless, but small ones keep appearing in my study, whenever I breathe. On principle I refuse to put a jumper on, because it’s sunny and lovely and the sky is so big and enticing you just want to drop everything and go do extreme sports in it, but inside my stone house it’s as cold as an Immigration Minister’s heart.
I’ve reached an interesting point at the end of my first week of full-time writing. I’ve written much more than I thought, so much in fact that I’ve written myself out into unknown territory.
I mentioned in an earlier post that if you know the way the story is going, you can have as many as four or five chapters in progress at once. This has the tremendous benefit of allowing you to skip ahead if you can’t think of, for example, the right style of dialogue for a man talking to dust bunnies, or the most evocative description of a person dressed as an eight foot tall slice of pizza, to get to the next bit of plot. You simply jump over the hard bit and keep going, safe in the knowledge that you’ll be inspired later, when all you’ve left yourself is hard bits.
The result is that I’ve traipsed merrily through my last act until I’ve got quite a long way into the big, intricate climax scene, without having given the slightest thought to how it is going to work.
It’s a bit like being Red Riding Hood deep in the dark forest. If you’re not careful where you step, there are wolves.
Which is to say, you can easily miss an important piece of information, forget to tie up a bit of plot or, and I think this is what I’ve done, forget an entire character. Unless this is quickly spotted and fixed, you can find you’ve written fifty pages of well-turned, eloquent, completely useless prose. It’s a rookie trap, so I’m going back to the whiteboard to draw some maps, think it all through and make sure I haven’t missed anything.
I’m also going to turn on the heater.
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Hi there Mat, glad to hear the first week has gone well, I’ve enjoyed reading your postings this week, and am also pleased to see that your word count for the book exceeds your word count for the blog!
I left the milestone at the door. See you at the next one.
Please dont let Rueben be the character you forgot!
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[…] Here’s a non sequitur for you: people really seem to like dust bunnies. My novel, fortunately for me, features an emotionally dishevelled gentleman who is possessed of the conviction that the dust bunnies under his bed keep waking him up at night to try to sell him attractive deals on fried chicken and mobile phone ring tones. The chapter in which this hoary old cliche was first introduced was, at one time, titled ‘Here Be Dust Bunnies’, which I’ve just realised was also the title of an early post on this blog. […]