and awayyyy we go!

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.

writing again

OKAY.

That week I was going to take off after NaNo slowly grew, and now it is 3 weeks later and I’m finally opening up my WIP. Not the NaNo WIP—that has died a deserved death (by drowning).

I’m back to the WIP that I was cleverly calling Chrysanthemum, which I can hardly spell. I’ll just take it back to its actual name—or rather, its actual acronym, BY.

I am going to finish this fucking novel if it kills me.

Okay. We’re at 6k. Here we go.

POST EDITED for ROGUE APOSTROPHE AAAHHHHHHH *kills self*

writing update 6/23/09

I’ve put off last week’s update for basically as long as I could.

Chrysanthemum

current wordcount: 43,263
last week: 43,082
satisfied?: +181 hahahaha oh god grace. This is why I kept putting off this update, I was hoping to up that dreadful number. But no. ‘scuse me while I shoot myself.
comments: that +181 might be kind of misleading; it would be higher except I deleted a goodly chunk as I was writing another chunk. So. I think this week is going to be very editing/chop heavy, so next week’s numbers may also be unimpressive. But they *will* be higher, I swear.

writing update

There are times when I think pounding my head against a doorframe might be more pleasurable than writing.

This may be is one of those times. No wait. Okay I fixed it.

I’m pretty sure this WIP I’ve been working on for about a year is complete and utter shite (ugh, MC, stop bawling all over the place) but I can’t figure out how to fix it without starting over. So that’s what I’m trying to do. 40k words, buh-bye.

Except now I can’t figure out how to start again.

Someone shoot me.