I know what happens in it, which is nice. Sometimes, with this book, I don't even get that. (The last one that was this coy was Hammered.)
Come on, Tristen. Talk to me.
Page 90: time for a big reversal. Time to step up the chase. Not quite time to get the party together, though.
This is one of the times where craft, and an intellectual knowledge of how books are written, comes to the rescue. Because I can look at the story and think, "Okay, what needs to happen now to keep this interesting?" and the answer is almost always to reverse something. "Send in a man with a gun," as the saying goes.
I've got two mirror-image events that I'm afraid mirror each other a little too closely. But then on the other hand that's one of my favorite auctorial tricks, so maybe I will just proclaim it a feature and carry on. When they intersect, it will generate a more interesting universe for the story to move through, so--I think I'm going with it.
Anyway, I'm busy outlining now. "Outlining" is a little misleading, because my outlines are not like real people outlines. Unless I am collaborating with somebody , each scene is usually identified by a one-sentence description, and they usually only cover the next fifty pages or so of the book. I generally have an end of some sort in mind, and a general idea of how the plot will follow, but since my plots tend to be the outcome of a dozen or so people with mutually clashing agendas wrestling with each other, there's a lot of escalate-and-respond that comes out better if I let it build organically from character interactions rather than trying to force it to follow some sort of plan.
And I don't actually pay attention to them once they're written down, especially if I come up with better ideas. But when I'm trying to get an idea of what could happen next, and what it might mean for the characters, they're handy. They tend to look more like lists of notes of things I don't want to forget, however.
Well, I'm going to stare at this for a little bit. And the in about an hour, when the steamed buns I had for lunch have digested a little, I'm going to do some yoga, and then maybe take a hot bath and practice guitar, and see if any of that puts some words in my head.
The book has gotta get drafted, and the damned things do not draft themselves. My hope is still to break 25K this weekend, which means putting my head down and pushing hard today and tomorrow, as the draft currently stands at 20,547.
At least, having a third of a crappy draft in the can, I feel a little more secure about my ability to meet my deadline. And having had the first really good, fluid writing day in a long time yesterday--I looked at what I wrote again this morning, and I actually really like a lot of it, and the bits that are rough are, you know, rough and can be fixed, not a cause for seppuku--I have a sense of encouragement about the whole writing thing. Maybe I am moving off this godawful plateau.
Of course, I've been hopeful about moving off the godawful plateau since roughly 2005, and it keeps not actually happening, but you never know.
Maybe I'll get lucky.