It’s left me with both a headache and a sublime sense of accomplishment. (I wish the sublime sense of accomplishment would neutralize the whole head-pounding aspect of things.)
It’s been a while since I’ve had a writing day as exhausting as this one. Seriously. I woke up at 7am, put the coffee on, and set out to tackle a scene I’ve been sort of dreading. This scene is a monster, and it takes up an entire chapter. It’s the first big turning point in my novel, which involves action, mystery, and a whole slew of odd stuff that is difficult to communicate. Creepy residents with ulterior motives, warriors who have a hunger that’s sort of tricky to express in words, all of whom live in a logic-bending world where the rules of nature as we know it don’t exactly apply?
My old version was completely wooden, and read like index cards. It needed a total overhaul. Ever since I came up with my ideas for this part of the book, they’ve felt extremely intangible and intimidating. Somewhere between the second draft and this one, though, I was blessed with the ability to see it, feel it, and — I think — communicate it.
It took all day to do it (interrupted only by lunch, an ice-cream-and-coffee-break, and a quick detour to the Victoria’s Secret Semi-Annual Sale…) but 2700 words later? Done.
Now my head is spinning and I am misspelling easy words like need (nead) and which (whic) and misspelling (mispelling). Pathetic.
Oh, well. Small price to pay for finishing — and feeling way satisfied with — this monster of a scene. Tomorrow, I think I shall rest. Expect my belated Creativity Workshop wrap-up for Week 6, and I’ll either post my cover of this week’s song (“Blackbird”) tomorrow or Thursday.
Now, to chill.