I have a final word-count: 115,792
Then, as I rattled off the flaws I need to go back and repair, Jay told me I have to let it go. Tonight.
Any takers?
I’ll delay as long as I can.
I have a final word-count: 115,792
Then, as I rattled off the flaws I need to go back and repair, Jay told me I have to let it go. Tonight.
Any takers?
I’ll delay as long as I can.
I’ve found a rhythm of shifting between POVs and storylines that has become quite natural
…to the extent that if I’m not careful I can veer into the next storyline before appropriate for the time line and *really* confuse things…
And it works most of the time.
One of the sorting out sessions that I did a few months ago had to do with peeling apart a few multiple-POV scenes and giving them their own breaks– numbers and titles– and their own line in the spreadsheet.
A Great Honkin scene that jumped multiple times between Kennett and Tykone was divided into two (merely) Honkin scenes that I worked with today.
These were designated, for lack of better handles, “Finding and Losing” (Kennett learning his wife was sentenced to death) and “Losing and Finding” (Tykone hunting for a murderer and finding, well you’ll see when you read it.)
Anyway, as I juggled the old and new parts of these scenes, trying to bring them to a level-seven polished-ness, I realized they both had a single natural break left in them (more then natural, they were begging for a breather). So I split each, then realized I needed another set of handles.
I was still attached to the idea of reversed titles since the time lines were so close and overlapping. I chose, nearly randomly, Failing to Plan and Planning to fail.
And now that I have finished both scenes they are both of them quite reasonable handles, suggesting what I would leave in and what I could cut out.
So, now I can’t decide if that’s bad.
To make titles and then make the scene fit their predictions. Or is that really good instincts, coming up with a set of titles that gave focus that was previously lacking?
Maybe I’ve just got really good luck. That I depend on. (A la the Baggins.)
“It’s not that I believe in miracles-I depend on them.”
Nearly done.
- Cleaned 9 scenes (two newly extradited)
- 68 (consecutive) pages.
- Rearranged several scenes to clarify sequence and motivation
- Pages remaining: 34
- Current word-count: 116,012.
- Next “guaranteed” work-day: Monday, October 5
Hmmm, here’s the quick rundown:
So, all in all, nothing earth-shattering, or life-changing (though the ballet and the weight-loss both have the potential, I suppose), so you can see why I didn’t make mention of this sooner. Even now I only take the time as a sort of warm-up. I’m sitting with the children now (enjoying my illuminated keyboard and Pandora) as they go to sleep, bracing myself to jump back into the novel-revising.
I’ve stopped reading most of the writing blogs I follow. The recurring theme is *dedication* in the form of priority to writing, which I used to Amen! with some vigor and now… I’m living a different life.
And it’s such a good life I can for no reason complain.
God is faithful, and if nothing else were true, that would be enough.
My female villain’s name is Irene.
I picked it years ago, when I learn both that is means peace (and I like the irony) and that a famous Irene has killed her own son to keep the throne she held for him as regent.
So there was this great history behind the name of a ruthless woman.
And then, about a year and a half ago my pastor and his wife named their adorable little baby girl Irene.
Major bummer for me, since I feel for “all reasons of prudent policy” I need to change her name. Inspiration has not yet struck, and since it’s not generally available (i.e. to by read) yet I’ve left it for now.
I’ll take suggestions. Listen to them anyway. Don’t promise to actually take them. ;)
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Got on a roll tonight: Cleaned 8 scenes, 32 pages. Currently on p. 329/440
Word-count: 116,981
Just wanted to post this link to my Father-in-Law’s blog.
He takes some amazing pictures, like this one, from his home in the Arctic.
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Go check ’em out.
Sometimes I think the difficulty of Bible Study isn’t so much “understanding” the difficult stuff as it is doing the obvious stuff.
Jussayin’…
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And the long-delayed book review is up for Nancy Werlin’s Impossible. (You can visit 2009 books and scroll down to the end of May if you want to read my initial, unfiltered reaction to the book).
And to celebrate, we… backpacked 16 miles!
Not all on the same day, though.
After dropping the kids at my mom’s place we drove an hour out of town and hiked for the rest of the afternoon (up and down some serious ravines).
We learned a lot to do differently “next time” but thankfully weren’t miserable at all (the first day’s hike was through steady rain) though I might have been edging toward hypothermia by the time we reached the cabin– I’ve never been good at generating and/or retaining heat.
Jay did the fire and all the work unpacking (and packing the next morning). We both worked harder than we’ve worked in a long time. For me, maybe ever.
My thoughts at the end of the day:
431 titles entered in the database, taped in 10 boxes, all piled by the garage door waiting for the transfer to the under-the-house (yes, it’s book-safe).
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Anybody reading this blog identify yourself as a Christian? Anybody in that group ever prayed (or heard someone at your elbow pray), “Lord let the people around me see my life is different and ask me about it”?
Does that make anybody besides me nuts?
Here’s the thing: I have never heard those words from someone whose life I would have identified as “different” (at least, not in an attractive way), and I can honestly say, I don’t *want* to attract attention because I’m different.
{grin}
Let me try that again.
I have all my life been different. Different is not the problem.
Here’s the logic/expectation I see behind that prayer:
If my life and/or attitude is good/blessed/happy/amazing/perfect (or at least more so than the lost around me) they will notice and want to be like me. Then I can talk to them about Jesus.
My problems with this idea:
All of these problems can and have been gotten around. I’ve heard the stories too.
But for someone who is ready, someone (forgive me for dividing believers into categories, but here I go) who actually wants to actively share his or her faith, I think this is the wrong way to pray.
If I attract people because of how I look or live my life, how do I know I won’t equally turn them off (or away) when I, as a fallible, sinful human being simply (or sensationally) screw up?
It can’t be about me.
I am not going to save anyone.
And while I want my behavior to reflect well on the Savior who ransomed my life from Hell, well, the fact that I need a Savior should be enough of a reminder I won’t always reach that goal.
I pray for opportunities to speak Truth, and the courage and sensitivity to create opportunities.
It’s not the only way to pray, but I’ve rarely heard it at my elbow, and have only just begun to do it myself.
The juxtaposition is hard for me: seeing the need to box books, teach my children, manage my home… and pray for a hurting world. Speak to hurting people.
It’s becoming overwhelming now. It feels like too much. And that (as I told myself after the birth of #2 and again with #3) is likely the point. I think it is possible to become too “competent,” or confident.
Only when we recognize how inadequate we are do we seek God for what only He can provide.
From David Crockett, Exploits and Adventures in Texas (1836).
The more things change…
If your ambition or circumstances compel you to serve your country and earn three dollars a day, by becoming a member of the legislature, you must first publicly avow that the constitution of the state is a shackle upon free and liberal legislation, and is, therefore, of as little use in the present enlightened age as an old almanac of the year in which the instrument was framed.
There is policy in this measure, for by making the constitution a mere dead letter, your headlong proceedings will be attributed to a bold and unshackled mind; whereas, it might otherwise be thought they arose from sheer mulish ignorance.
‘The Government’ has set the example in his [Jackson’s] attack upon the Constitution of the United States, and who should fear to follow where ‘the Government’ leads?”
Last year was my first experiment with Homeschooling my own children.
I think the biggest mistake I made was to group and label my three subjects as *school,* thinking their smallness in the context of the day would make them more bearable than the long school day.
It didn’t.
It cemented in my precocious 5-year-old’s mind that school was a drag. Particularly homeschool, since all those books she gravitated toward show only the *fun* parts of public school.
You know, special friendships, groups for music, art class, recess. You never see Oliver laboring over letter tracers, or having to sit until he finished his work.
This year, everything we do as we follow the schedule is part of school.
Yup it takes up a good deal more of the day (or will after Monday, when Mother’s done with her outside commitments and plans), but it makes plain how much of school is sitting still and how much is exploring and delighting in the world they love.
This is the image I want them to have of school: yes there’s always work we have to do (just because we have to do it) but there’s many other things, and even the bonus of more time in the day with Mama.