The writing life, especially for me is hard, my mood ranging from depression to elation in a matter of days and, occasionally, hours. Just a week ago I was at sea about where the WIP was going or even if it was going anywhere at all and today I find myself roaring along at the three quarters of the way through the projected plot with the path clearly before me.
I cannot explain when my subconscious climbed the mountain and received its revelation. I awoke a few days after writing about the difficulties I faced with no tablets in my arms, no memories of a visitation, and certainly no hastily and undecipherable bedside note that would be a guidepost. No, I once more faced a scene's blank screen and struggled to compose a first sentence, not expecting to move the story any further along.
Strangely, as I typed that first word, more began to form and one sentence after another was completed; stitching together a few plot points that I'd left dangling and granting a hitherto-fore dull spear carrier with a touch of personality. With a clarity that I'd thought I had lost, the entire sequence of how the plot would unfold became obvious. Not only could I complete the current scene but I saw where it would connect to the next and onward to the elusive epiphany.
But that would only complete a first draft. From there I will move scenes around to make the sequence appear more natural if not sequential* order, repurpose dialogue, impute motives, and toss away much of the difficult parts I sweated into reality. Later edits, in say the fourth or fifth draft, I will correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation. During each successive draft I'll probably have second or third thoughts on some things and rewrite, only to regret it later and bring back the first version or maybe write a few different lines instead. Trying to nail down what the final, final draft will become is like trying to determine the plot's velocity and position at the same time or determine what the condition of the contents will have when the box is finally opened and a manuscript is submitted: An impossible task.
On reflection, I am probably doomed to continue to bumble along, typing words that MAY turn into something I can send to an editor.
P.S. I am now reconsidering the underlying premise.
I cannot explain when my subconscious climbed the mountain and received its revelation. I awoke a few days after writing about the difficulties I faced with no tablets in my arms, no memories of a visitation, and certainly no hastily and undecipherable bedside note that would be a guidepost. No, I once more faced a scene's blank screen and struggled to compose a first sentence, not expecting to move the story any further along.
Strangely, as I typed that first word, more began to form and one sentence after another was completed; stitching together a few plot points that I'd left dangling and granting a hitherto-fore dull spear carrier with a touch of personality. With a clarity that I'd thought I had lost, the entire sequence of how the plot would unfold became obvious. Not only could I complete the current scene but I saw where it would connect to the next and onward to the elusive epiphany.
But that would only complete a first draft. From there I will move scenes around to make the sequence appear more natural if not sequential* order, repurpose dialogue, impute motives, and toss away much of the difficult parts I sweated into reality. Later edits, in say the fourth or fifth draft, I will correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation. During each successive draft I'll probably have second or third thoughts on some things and rewrite, only to regret it later and bring back the first version or maybe write a few different lines instead. Trying to nail down what the final, final draft will become is like trying to determine the plot's velocity and position at the same time or determine what the condition of the contents will have when the box is finally opened and a manuscript is submitted: An impossible task.
On reflection, I am probably doomed to continue to bumble along, typing words that MAY turn into something I can send to an editor.
P.S. I am now reconsidering the underlying premise.
* ALL of my first drafts are initially sequential
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