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I had forgotten how much harder revision was than first-draft writing. It uses a different type of brainpower. In the first draft, I only have to focus on one part of the story at once; revision is a lot more overwhelming. This is why my revisions always take longer than my first drafts. I'm also using a different method of revision this time, which will hopefully make the book better but is making things harder in the long run because I'm not used to it.

I'm still slogging through... and trying not to let my brain melt out my ears.

I seem to finally be adjusting to the end of NaNo. The fact that I'm working on revising the first book helps. I tend to get restless when I don't have a writing projec tto work on - even when I really need a break. I haven't actually started doing any new writing yet; I'm still going through and seeing what I need to fix. And resisting the urge to toss the whole thing out the window. It's so hard for me to see my own writing as anything approaching good; I almost envy the people who have the opposite problem and can't see any of the problems in their work. I did, however, find a couple of scenes that I really liked: the scene where Cary tells Sean about the baby, and the final scene. Both of those came out pretty much exactly the way I wanted them to. It's a good feeling. Now if only the rest of the book had turned out that well...

Dec. 10th, 2009

Quick update:

I've been reading over the first Resistance book in preparation for revising it. Normally I don't start this early, but it doesn't seem to be causing any problems. Reading the story is, however, quite discouraging. I always hate reading my own writing. It always looks terrible to me. And I'm finding lots of places where this story is broken - objectively broken, as far as I can tell, not just broken according to my own insecurity.

I've also been playing what could be considered unhealthy amounts of Sims 3. It's a good way to play around creatively, and create a story without worrying about whether it's a decent story or not. I suspect I play this game differently than most people though; I hear about people making Sims that look like themselves and moving them into mansions; meanwhile, I've got one saved game where I've created a dystopian world, and another with a sociopathic child.
I finished the fourth book of Resistance yesterday! That means I'm DONE with NaNo. Final wordcount: 130k. Final body count: 16.

I miss it already... :(

Nov. 24th, 2009

I did mean to do daily updates all through NaNo, but the nasty cold I came down with knocked out my ambition for that. Luckily, it didn't get in the way of my writing too much. I'm almost done with Book 4 now, in fact - and I really don't want to be. Most of Book 3 was a slog, but Book 4 is probably my favorite of all of them. I'm going to be sad when it's over.

Of course, part of me is ready to be done with this project already.

I'm sure that feeling will last all of a few days, and then I'll be itching to revise it... or write something new.

But I'm having a hard time letting this first draft go. I'm probably going to finish in the next day or two, and while I'll be glad to be done, I also wish it could last longer.
Still sick, although less so. I finished book 3 this morning. I was feverish for pretty much the entirety of book 3. That one is going to be interesting to reread.

But! I started book 4 this afternoon, and my insporation, which has been really dragging for the past week or so, seems to have returned. I had assumed this would be the hardest of the four novellas to write; I'm hoping this means I'm wrong.
That illness I thought I had fought off? Apparently I didn't fight it off, because now I've got a nasty cold. I somehow still managed to get my 5k for the day though, even if through most of it I felt like everything I was writing was irredeemably awful.

I finished book 2 yesterday! But I wasn't feeling much better then. There's a reason my main character is so bleary in the last couple of chapters, and it's not just that she's been tortured for days.

I've noticed something weird with my main character for book 3. Normally my characters don't change much between when I outline the story and when I write it. But this character was supposed to keep herself distant from people, and yet in books 2 and 3 she kept playing therapist to people instead, and somehow getting them to tell her really personal stuff. When I started writing book 3, I figured it out. She doesn't have a problem with people, she has a problem with authority figures. It's not that she doesn't like them, so much as they intimidate her so much that she doesn't know how to talk to them. I'm not sure where that came from, but I think it fits the story better than my original idea. I like it when my brain does stuff like that on its own.
Yesterday I hated my story; today my enthusiasm is back, and then some. I don't know what happened, but I'm not complaining.

I also did a write-in with a few friends today. That was a nice change of pace. My writing speed went down a little because of all the time we spent chatting (not to mention how hard typing on my laptop is on my back), but I had fun.

I just hope my enthusiasm sticks around... and that I keep fighting off whatever virus is threatening to turn me into a coughing sneezing wreck.
The Week 2 slog came early for me... and I think I might be getting sick. But I still managed to get above my daily goal. It just wasn't easy.

Today's snippet - from the most recent scene I worked on, since I'm convinced the others are irredeemably awful:

 

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Dear Bryony,

You're twenty-seven years old. That means you're about fourteen years too old for all the angsting you're doing. Keep it up and I'll skip to that scene in book 3 - you know the one I mean.

-The Author.

Today's snippet:

 

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