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Another week has flown by here, and I again find myself pondering the imponderable question of where does all my time go? I can tell you what I've been doing, but everything seems to take longer than it should to get it done.
In this case I've been researching stuff about far away places for a new opening chapter to my novel Strike Dog.
This came about because I decided that the prologue of Strike Dog would work better as the epilogue for Bad Dog, which is titled Omake. One thing leads to another and the result is I now have plans to go back and tweak Bad Dog again by adding some details to one chapter to punch it up a little more.
On top of all that I was reading Chuck Wendig's blog where he posted a plan for a novel. This drove me to distraction, and I just had to go away and work through his list here.
This what I came up with.
ACT 1Hook1. Hey look there’s a problem.ACT 2Plot Turn 12. I’m going to go and fix the problem. Try Fail Cycle3. OMG I’ve made it worse.4. Somebody else is making the problem worse.Pinch 1ACT 3Mid-Point5. Wait, I think I’ve got this.Try Fail Cycle6. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Try Fail Cycle7. It’s not just worse, it’s now a different problem. Try Fail Cycle8. Even more buggeration ensues.Try Fail Cycle9. Everything is so complicated.
ACT 4
Pinch 210. All is lost. Try Fail Cycle11. Wait, is that a light at the end of the tunnel? Try Fail Cycle12. It is, but it’s not what you think it is.Plot Turn 213. Wait I have an idea.ACT 5Resolution14. Problem solved, but not in the way you thought it would be.
So looking back at my diary I find I've only managed to write 2,130 words this week, but boy-oh-boy it has felt like an intense weeks worth of writing.
There's a sign at Bethnal Green tube station that says "Beware of the time vortex at the top of the stairs". I seem to me clear that time is being sucked away from people who live along the Central Line and given to others who already have too much time on their hands.
ReplyDeleteWell that would explain a lot.
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