The other week I spent one of my writing days blogging, taking pictures and letting thoughts
noodle around in my head.
I also sorted through my projects, I have several folders full, and did what was effectively a spring clean.
Decided to open a new Scrivener file for a novel set around Saturn. Working title: The Conflict, and then I realized that's a tad meta. Noodling ideas for a proper title, and brainstorming plot ideas, which looks a lot like staring into space. I have an idea for the opening scene set around Saturn, but the middle and end of the story or to be technical what's it all about still eludes me.
Or, as I write this I realize what I have may actually be the end of the story, leading to the final confrontation and conclusion. Such is the way of ideas, they happen.
In amongst all this noodling I ended up writing an extra 517 words, got to catch them all, on my finished fifth draft of Strike Dog, which was telling me it wasn't quite as finished as I thought it was. Running total for the finished draft is 103,660 words, which has now gone back to my Alpha reader for her to peruse.
Now I'm starting on the next draft of Ghost Dog, where I already know I have to write ten new scenes–two lots of story arcs, one to add back a missing plot element, the other to give a bigger picture of what's happening for the reader.
I also sorted through my projects, I have several folders full, and did what was effectively a spring clean.
Decided to open a new Scrivener file for a novel set around Saturn. Working title: The Conflict, and then I realized that's a tad meta. Noodling ideas for a proper title, and brainstorming plot ideas, which looks a lot like staring into space. I have an idea for the opening scene set around Saturn, but the middle and end of the story or to be technical what's it all about still eludes me.
Or, as I write this I realize what I have may actually be the end of the story, leading to the final confrontation and conclusion. Such is the way of ideas, they happen.
In amongst all this noodling I ended up writing an extra 517 words, got to catch them all, on my finished fifth draft of Strike Dog, which was telling me it wasn't quite as finished as I thought it was. Running total for the finished draft is 103,660 words, which has now gone back to my Alpha reader for her to peruse.
Now I'm starting on the next draft of Ghost Dog, where I already know I have to write ten new scenes–two lots of story arcs, one to add back a missing plot element, the other to give a bigger picture of what's happening for the reader.
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