Prince Within Getting Confused

Days till:
Christmas Eve: 23
Tenth Doctor's Death: 30
Muse Play SNL: 16
The Great Dragon Attacks Camelot: 17
I Go Mad: -3

But the real problem is: His AUTHOR is confused.

See, I started doing something different with the writing on this part (have written most of the 2nd portion and got bored, so I'm working on the first again.) Instead of sitting down and writing a set section of work, I decided-nah. I'll just write a bunch of stuff down and see where it goes. Flow of consciousness. Thought process. Psychological mumbo-jumbo that might help me get SOMETHING down even if it wasn't useful.

That has backfired. Immeasurably. In a way I didn't see coming AT ALL.

It's all fine and dandy when you write two scenes two weeks apart and they're both good scenes-I was very pleased with how they turned out. The ISSUE is when those two scenes start to contradict one another. And both of THEM contradict the one I wrote in the first place.

I really didn't do it on purpose. I just happened to look at the notes I'd written on one page and the notes I'd written on the other two weeks later and said, "Damn."

They can't all exist in the same universe. I'm having a minor argument with, well, ME, over where the power comes from in the story. It can come from HIM, the PENDANT, or the book that I took out of this half-baked crazy plot about a month ago because I didn't need it anymore.

I decided on the pendant, which to my poor befuddled mind made the most sense, but that makes me have to change a whole bunch of really good dialogue lines and it's ticking me off.

I have no earthly idea where this ship is headed right now (iceberg, ho.) I have to untangle the rampant, sprawling mess I made of this story and figure out if there's an actual plot to be had (which at the moment there isn't.) I can't just have characters chatting, arguing, cajoling, and whatever else for 20 pages. That's going to get boring. I need to add an element of danger to this part that the second half has far too much of. I want to cut back on the "James Bond in the Middle Ages" bits, but the go-go-danger-danger-run-run impulse I love throwing in in spades is way too strong. Explosions, death, and character whompage. Isn't that the whole reason I'm writing in the first place?

See, all I was trying to do was add some pizazz to this puppy. And look where it's gotten me now-I have completely and totally LOST THE PLOT (no pun intended there).

I figure I'll type it all up, give it a week of distance, and then work on it again and see if I can't salvage something out of a month's worth of work.

Ta,
Bec

PS: The upshot of reworking my story is that now I have an idea of how close I am to having a full and complete draft of both halves. I am very close-I can give you a better idea after I type up the sketch lists and cross off what I have done and what I haven't. A good three or four weeks worth of difficult work and I COULD be done by Christmas, but I don't want to put that kind of pressure on myself. I'll pace myself and see how it goes.

Y'all will hear me screaming when I finish the bloody thing anyway.