Ah, Daron’s chapter went much easier. Right now, at least, his are action sequences. Soon, his will be as complicated as Aubrey’s, but this was blissful in its ease to revise.
So that’s all I really need to say about that.
Except that it gave me to time to start on Aubrey’s, which was a fucking nightmare. I revised and revised and revised and it was still shit. It’s like shoveling out a septic tank, working at it all day, then realizing that a bunch of pipes are still flowing into it, adding more shit in than you’ve been shoveling out. So you stop to plug those up and have to start all over the next day.
Today’s chapter WAS a bunch of exposition, even after I revised it. This will be one of those multi-day effort chapters. I will have to mull it over, ponder and obsess, and over the weekend at that. I am going to shove all of this shit away and spend some time with my kids this weekend.
(Oh and on top of it all, in trying to fix it, I added over 1,000 words. Nice. Fix exposition by adding 1,000 words of exposition. Fucking ponderous, man.)
Words written today: 1,141
Total for 2017: 49,257
Revision today: 2 chapters
Revision total: 60 chapters
Total words for this manuscript: 120,490 (+11,850 since first draft)
Our family is still in town today, so no writing. I pondered at times today about the theme of the book. That’s generally not a great idea for me. I need to be more concerned about story. But I have been thinking more and more about religion lately and, in this case, it’s warranted, I guess. The book is called KINGDOM, as in the kingdom of heaven. It is about killing god, in a way, and about how we come to define god and religion.
But those are the “big ideas” that kicked off the story. The characters and the telling of the story are more important because no one wants to hear about my fucking “big ideas”, at least not at this point. Still, where Aubrey ends up and what she ends up knowing should be informed by what I want to say, right? Otherwise, it’s pulp nonsense. Actually, that’s unfair. Lots of writers tell good stories that don’t have to drill in on some righteous idea.
I do this in every book I write, end up dwelling on some “important” idea. I suppose if I were an established writer, I could say, “well, I’m successful and, of course, it’s what I should be doing.” But I’m not, so maybe I should be writing pulp nonsense. Becoming established first and then doing artistic work, that’s the right order of things.
I don’t know. Some bullshit to ponder tomorrow, when I can write.