When You Talk To Me,
Been Loving You For So Long,
Only Know Your Name
Had to stay up till half one in the morning to make the word count last night, which suggests this rate can’t last very long at all. Out on a limb from today having to invent prose from scratch, and the outline from months ago hardly holds water anymore. Story is about to take a new direction. It’s about to enter the ‘setting’. It’s an idyllic institution, of sorts. Could not make a habit of intense writing like this, because it’s hard not to repeat yourself. I could easily cut 3000 words out, because some of it is rambling – long paragraphs of personal first person narrative describing feelings, thoughts and emotions. Not anything happening, nobody talking, no descriptions, nothing.
The idea is to have the story strike out in a radical direction in the second phase, darting straight into a scene of characters with loads of dialogue and action. So the word count is set to dry up, but I’ve sketched a quick second outline. By outline, what I mean is 20 minute spider graph. Most importantly, I’ll have the book on my mind, and everything I ponder will be judged on merit for inclusion. No need to carry a notepad in my back burner, because everything about Escaping Hazel is sticking. Becoming tied up in this has been like slipping into an old, comfortable jacket, but now it gets a bit tricky.
Eating: Potatoes, chicken, rice, raison and cinnamon bagels, malted wheats, tuna and mayo on wholemeal bread. Listening to: YouTube favourite playlist, including popular music from female artistes such as Nicole Scherzinger (Poison), Lady Sovereign (Guitar), Pink (Like a Pill), Anastasia (Time), Amy MacDonald (Don’t Tell Me That It’s Over), Cheryl Cole (Parachute), and Nelly Furtado (Maneater). Brushing My Teeth With: Salt Water, grit, and finger.