All my notes are typed, sorted, and printed.
All of my hard work? Is totally paying off so far. Earlier in the week, I mentioned how tedious last week’s work was, what with all the data entry and whatnot; now, I’m totally glad I took the time to do it.
I’m still not at the start-to-actually-change-things point in my editing, but that’s okay. Right now, I’m sorting through all of my thoughts, scene by scene, evaluating the magnitude of work required for each.
Time for a game. Guess what I did?
A. Bought a hot pink magic wand¹ and straightened my hair, which made me feel pretty, which gave me confidence, which reinforced that not only CAN I write this novel, but I WILL write it, and well.
B. Spoke before thinking and decided the perfect way to spend Spring Break would be in Minneapolis, on a mission trip with my church. Thought about it some more, decided it was still an awesome idea, and committed. Decided to throw manuscript in the trash.
C. Made another spreadsheet, on which I am assigning numerical values to each scene; each numerical value corresponds with priority level. (1 = This is a MAJOR ISSUE; 7 = this scene is weak, but can wait to be dealt with because it doesn’t affect the plot. Etc.) Am one-third of the way through with this step in the process.
D. All of the above!
E. All of the above! (Except for the whole throwing the manuscript in the trash thing.)
If you guessed E — you have won your very own copy of LOST: Season 7 on Blu-Ray! I’ll ship that to you right after they decide to not end the series after Season 6, after it is produced, filmed, and packaged for our at-home enjoyment. Okay? Okay.²
So, yeah. That’s where things are right now. The next step is, obviously, to finish prioritizing: hopefully I’ll finish, or almost-finish, this weekend. That way, next week will be The Week Where I Start to Fix Stuff.
Perhaps this is an abrupt ending to a post, but well, my hands are FRIGID BLOCKS OF ICE due to this Starbucks’s identity crisis (is it a meat locker? an igloo? a coffee shop on Antarctica?). Better go outside into the 39°F weather to thaw out.
Peace and hot chocolate and electric blankets to you all.
Revision Update, Phase Two | Sorting through notes, assigning priority to scenes based on the magnitude of work needed. Am 1/3 of the way through the scenes, so that leaves (obviously) 2/3 to go.
¹Known otherwise, to Muggles ’round the world, as a flat-iron.
²Disclaimer: Should they, um, decide to actually do the impossible and make a Season 7, despite concrete, set-in-stone evidence to the contrary? Fulfillment of this absurd promise is contingent upon my improbable inheritance of riches.