I’ve decided to spend the weekend cobbling.
“What on earth are you talking about, Grace?” I hear you say. (no no, it’s okay to admit it—I get that a lot.)
I have like 7000 drafts of my current WIP (work-in-progress, for those of you new to the game). Drafts I’ve started and scrapped and sent to the corner to think about what they’ve done. I’m always like, “Well, I’ll save it so I can glean bits for the Real Draft that I am Actually Working On.” Some of the drafts are 500 words, some are 40,000. (OK, only one is 40,000.) But really, I do very little gleaning. I’m like, “When I get to that part, I have most of it written.” But then things happen and I get all depressed and grouchy and full of Woe, and I never get to “that part.”
SO. I have decided, with my newfound vigor for writing and determination to finish, that I am going to spend the weekend cobbling things together into one master first draft.
Some things have changed. Tenses, plot points. But I am going to take every word from the 7000 drafts (that number might be high, but only by a few 0s) that could possibly go in the current plot line and put it in my “open” document, where it would go, if it were going to go there. (what? I lost me.) I am going to make one master first draft. I am going to kill my internal editor with a fiery fireball of killing, and I am just going to put something together that I can point to and go HERE IS WHERE IT STARTS and HERE IS WHERE IT ENDS and here is all the stuffs in the middle.
A first draft.
Like the sort of thing a writer does.
I know. Hold on to your hats.