Going the distance

After finishing the first draft of my second in the wee hours of Tuesday morning last week, I told myself to take at least the rest of the day away from the manuscript. I was successful. Mostly.

I didn’t look at the manuscript but I was thinking about it. Four hours of sleep doesn’t make you lucid enough to think about your writing in any critical manner. So, I spent the afternoon emailing, texting and messaging folks about the first draft.

And the next day, as in around 12:30am Wednesday morning, I was writing a new opening scene for the novel. The original opening scene now becomes the second scene. I know… I couldn’t stay away from the manuscript for 24 hours. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t shut down my brain for 24 hours.

My brain moved into polishing mode without any effort on my part. It’s still in polishing mode even though I still believe I’m working on my first draft. But if I’ve added a new scene and I’m tightening up some of the dialogue, does that mean I’ve now started on my second draft? I’m thinking I’m still working on the first draft. I’m still operating as if I’m working on the first draft. So, I probably haven’t left first draft mode.

Well, I’m calling it now. First draft. Don’t tell me otherwise. It’s my novel so bugger off.

To be honest, I probably think I won’t be in second draft mode until after my writing mentor and my technical advisor have read the manuscript. They’ve both been notified that it’s done. They also know I’m currently going through the manuscript again before they get to read it.

There’s the belief that writing the story is the easy part compared to what needs to be done after you’re done writing it. I haven’t decided one way or the other.

If you’ve mapped out the scenes you want in the novel, the writing part is easy.  Even then, you won’t necessarily follow what you’ve mapped out because a better idea about a plot point comes up and you end up shuffling things around or getting rid of some things altogether.

I actually find the stuff that comes after pretty interesting. Being in polishing mode isn’t bad. It’s about getting the manuscript in the best shape possible before you hand it over to an editor. Quite honestly, I’d rather not have the editor be distracted by easily correctable spelling and grammar when they should be concentrating on more pertinant aspects of the story.

Figuring out the book cover will be fun. I cringe a little when I say that. Figuring out a title for the novel would go a long way in figuring out the design of the book cover. Well, good luck to me in trying to come up with a book title because I suck at it. Maybe an idea will pop up as I go through the manuscript a second time. I can only hope.

Regardless of what’s easier, the writing or the stuff after the writing, the story is still with me. And it will probably be with me until it’s published. Even then, I have plans for my characters after they come alive in book form. Yeah, this story will stay with me for quite some time. I won’t be discussing what those plans are until much later in the year or maybe after the new year.

Yeah, the light is at the end of tunnel. I walked out of the tunnel and into the light. And I see a whole set of other challenges in front of me. This is not unexpected.

It never ends. It’s about going the distance. And I don’t mind it at all.

Write the first draft… check

There are a million ways to write a book. You only need to find one Delilah S. Dawson

Out of the million ways to write a book, I found one for the second novel. And the first draft is finished. Last sentence was typed at 4:07 this morning.

Just a little short on sleep, but long on ambition.

There’s still a ton of shit to do. Revisions, editing, feedback, book cover design, make sure the Spanish I use in the book is more than adequate. Oh yeah, I gotta come up with a title for the book. It’s something I don’t think about while I’m writing but now I have to burn some brain cells in order to figure it out. I suck at titles. But I gotta do it.

It’s Tuesday late afternoon and it still hasn’t really sunk in yet that I finished writing the first draft for my second book. It’s kind of weird. I’ve been through it before. I don’t recall feeling mildly disbelieving that I finished it with the first book. Maybe it has something to do with my characters for this book. My attachment to them, my connection to them is vastly stronger than with the ones in the first book.

Maybe that’s normal. Maybe it’s not. Does it matter? Nope.

I suppose I should celebrate this milestone. I’m not particularly fussy about what I do. Feeling low key right now. My plans for tonight is to do some food prep for the rest of the week. Bake some banana bread, make egg muffins and poach some chicken. Yeah, I know. Scintillating evening. It’s not all food prep though.

I’m trying to take a break from working on the story tonight. But it’s kind of hard when I know there are a few things things I already want to look at and revise. But there are a boatload of movies on Netflix and in my collection that I would like to watch. So, it is food prep and Netflix tonight.

Keeping this post short. Got stuff to do. But a little decompression is in order.

Laterz.

Mixed bag

It still strikes me as strange that anyone could have any moral objection to someone else’s sexuality. It’s like telling someone else how to clean their house — River Phoenix

It’s a bit of mixed bag for this post since there are a couple things I’d like to touch upon.

So, over the weekend, the local media reported one of the city councillors came out as bisexual. My reaction to this news was “Why do we need to know this? And how is this important to the citizens of the city I live in?”

Is it to put a face on what a bisexual person looks like? Is to give those who are wrangling with their own sexual orientation a person they can look to for guidance? Or is it to satisfy a section of the population who needs to know what goes on in the bedrooms of others when it’s really none of their fucking business?

I’ll take door No. 3, folks. Voyeurism and living vicariously through others, methinks.

I have to wonder whether people are going to recall his sexual orientation first before anything else he has done as a public servant. But he did choose to come out. More power to him for doing so.  But I do have to wonder if offering up this kind of personal information slaps a label on him. Stigmatizes him. And you know how much I hate labels.

Another thing that annoys me about this is the fixation on a person’s sexuality. Christ, there are days I’d rather be living in Europe or anywhere other than the North American continent. I blame it on the heterosexuals and the folks who believe the one true sexual pairing is that of man and woman. While I could point the finger at a lot of things, I think I can blame it on the patriarchal construct. And I’m going to keep harping on it until the end of time.

Well, enough of that. If I say any more, something really incendiary is going to fly out of my mouth. And then it’ll get pretty fucking ugly, real quick.

Now, what was the next thing I wanted to touch on? Oh yeah, I’m looking to finish the first draft of my novel in next couple of weeks. That’s the plan, anyway.

Yeah, I’m fucking excited. Yeah, I’m fucking amazed I’m this close to completing it. Then comes the next stage which includes going through the story again, figuring a title for the novel and getting some eyeballs to read it for entertainment value and other stuff. Then another draft or two later, get it edited, figure out the book cover design and make a book. Yeah, that sounds like a lot. And it is. Thank god, I’ve been through the ringer before.

This is enough prattling for now. Got shit to do. Later, dudes.