Well, these past two weeks have been full of change. If you read last week’s post, you’ll know what part of that change is, and the other part is my schedule. I felt I wasn’t getting enough writing done, and I was spending my time doing other things that weren’t really necessary in the larger picture.
So I’ve cut down on TV, and am spending more time writing and reading. Which, honestly, I’m really enjoying. I feel like I’ve got a lot more done, and at the end o the day feel a lot more satisfied than before.
Which leads me into Elondria. I’ve been doing a lot of worldbuilding recently, and am now thinking that I know most of what I need to know to actually start writing the story. I just need to organise my scene list into chapters, do a little more worldbuilding, and I think I’m good to go.
Which is exciting. But also scary. I’m feeling scared of writing those first words because I want them to be perfect, even though I know that they can’t be perfect, and they won’t be. No first draft ever is. And really, even though this is a rewrite, it still kind of feels like a first draft, because so much has changed.
So at some point in the next week, hopefully, I’ll be getting those first words down.
Speaking of words though, I was going through my old files a while ago, and discovered that the wordcount for the original manusript was 242, 086 words! It was very unwieldy, and rambling.
Suffice to say I’ve improved a lot since then.
I also won CampNaNo at the end of last week by completing my short story that’s really more of a novella. There are two scenes in it at least that felt more like summary of events than actual story. so they need expanding. So it will end up even longer. That’s good, though. I really like the story.
I’ve also written this week’s blogbattle story, which has now gone back to weekly. Which means Winter’s story will wrap up sooner than I thought. Sad and pleased about that.
I also introduced one of Elondria’s character’s in my Beautiful People post this week. It was good to delve a little further into his character.
I think that’s it, so I’ll leave you with this:
The reading of a fine book is an uninterrupted dialogue in which the book speaks and our soul replies.