I Wish It Would Just Rain Already

Okay, already. Two days of almost constant aches. I get the point. Let's get someone to shoot the clouds and make them rain, darn it.

My right shoulder is complaining tonight, for whatever reason. It feels like being screamy, I guess.

Got some real work done today on Prince Within. Decided to lay off part 2 for a bit and work on part 1. Thought my notes for that section were at home (separated the sections because there are a lot of notes) but I found them five minutes later buried in a folder where they shouldn't have been. Whoops.

Anyway, after searching through that pile of papers I didn't find that much that was useful to me. Couple lines of text that I can edit and make useful. The notes for part 1 are probably three or four years old, meaning I wrote them when I was 18 or 19, for some of them even earlier.

I have to rewrite the whole first section from scratch. Lost my computer file for it when my first desktop computer died the first time, and at the time I was a little chuffed about it, but was working on part two at the time.

Now I realize that losing that file was actually a very good thing. I have a printed copy of the file that was lost (thoroughly marked and edited) and since I haven't worked on it since I was 17 or 18, the thing would have to undergo a thorough revamp. Even if I'd had that file, I probably would have had to rewrite it anyway. I've definitely improved in my writing since I was that age.

I've decided to ignore the 8 different timelines I wrote for this part (every time I got a different idea I wrote a new timeline.) I'm going to start fresh, work my way through it bit by bit. There's a lot to do here; I can do so much. I just have to stick with it.

I did something I haven't done in a while with part 2 today. I was trying to write a scene in a manor house. I don't have a map of this particular house and I had to try and visualize what I needed to see to write the scene. So I shut my door, closed my eyes, and tried to see the room as I saw it in my mind's eye. I had to pretend it was there; imagine the walls and the shelves and where the window was...

The last time I did this, I was trying to see a prison cell and I actually laid down on the floor and paced around, trying to figure out how big the cell had to be.

I may sound nuts, but it does help when you're trying to write something and can view things in your mind like a movie set piece. I could see the stone floor, see the window, see the bottles on the walls. It helped me to write down what I saw so much.

Very tired now, and my shoulder's hurting worse from typing.

Ta,
Bec