Our temps will become mild/warm for a couple of days. Strange year.
I’ve passed the 25% mark editing A River in Each Hand, but am suffering some burnout. The voice in the back of my head likes to remind me that if I don’t do it who will?
I’m also feeling sorry for myself over a recently passed anniversary & need to get over it.
Scheduling a break in my routine is what is needed, & I certainly have that freedom.
Our weather is a yo-yo. After temperatures far above average, we’ve turned cold. It’ll reach 52°F/11.1°C, but it’ll take all day to get there.
It won’t be much over freezing when I walk, & with possible showers.
My writer self finds comfort in this weather.
Today’s targeted editing chapter is the moment when my MC, after a heartfelt journey seeking details about her past, cracks open the door to the unexpected...
Another day, another chapter, as I settle back into my routine today.
Still, the weather grows mild & my AllTrails app keeps sending me temptation. The trails beckon. This year, I’ll explore the trails on Blue Mountain to the west. I haven’t there in years or done serious hiking there.
Summer is always a reminder of why I live where I do. It’s literally an outdoor playground and my health is greatly improved.
Finished the final draft, sent out the files, and ordered copies of the hardcover and paperback. Release date is set for May 25, aka #GeekPrideDay (appropriate for a #superhero#novel launch, I think). The pre-order links to pretty much every major retailer are up and linked on my site, https://JeffreyHarlan.com
Now to play my favorite video games for the first time in 3 months.
Displacement activity: A fancy word for unwitting #procrastination, when you are in the middle of writing something terrific, you're in the flow, and all your senses are over stimulated (#actuallyautistic) and you simply must go do something else. Sweeping the floor, maybe? Writing a mastodon post? Check!
Time to finish Chapter 73. I was dragging yesterday after an awful night’s sleep. This morning, I feel refreshed and eager to attack whatever comes my way.
Owing to drafting Book-2 while gravely ill in late 2016, the story is a patchwork of chapters added at various times. This chapter, the latest, was added 14-months ago.
@NaraMoore@crcollins My fast-written first drafts are well organized, with one exception, but subtext is often absent and the overall depth is lacking. Missed opportunities abound that I pick up on when I edit and have a more considering perspective.
When I say disorganized, I mean on a micro level. The lines appear like I speak, very stream of consciousness. The macro organization is fine. Occasionally, I drop a scene and once I moved a scene way later in the novel because it fit the character arc better there. My mind always wants to rush the romance.
But I def agree at missing subtext or subtext is so sub only I know it is there. Miss opportunities galore. Most of those one minute jotting writing sessions are the crystallization of one of those opportunities and how to say it.
The weather took a wrong turn at some point. This morning when I walk, it’s supposed to be 40°F (4.4°C), and that’s before factoring in strong winds and occasional drizzle.
Regardless, I WILL walk—and then enjoy a hot drink.
Like yesterday, I’ll fit cleaning in and around editing. The satisfaction afterwards with both always lifts my heart.
It’s easy to forget the little things that elevate us, letting them slip away.
This morning promises mild temperatures for my walk. Clouds have moved over, rain is moving in, & the wind is kicking up, but I embrace variety.
This is my fifth day editing Book-2. Originally drafted while extremely ill, the chapters are a list of insertions, a collection of corrections. Seeing it come together as a whole more powerful than its parts is thrilling.