The above abbreviation stands for Enforced Levity Increased Speed Authoring—which should be my new writing method—named after Elisa, Hans Christian Andersen‘s character from The Wild Swans.
One well-documented downside of this method is a possibility that one of my eleven turned-swan brothers might still end up with a wing instead of an arm, no matter how swiftly I knit the magical nettle shirts.
A. K. A. Scenes.
Have to hurry up. My doctor finally caved in and gave me the deadline.
If chemo does not work, I have months. About three. If it does, I have… well… months, still, but waaay more. Maybe even a year. So…
E.L.I.S.A to the rescue. Or so I hope.
The whole band (Verra, Venny, Torvenn, Marque, Ngale, Dae) is only a couple of hours away from reassembling at Stormhold for the first stand-off, and, perhaps—a sighting? Can barely wait to tap-type my way there.
A. T. T. On an irrelevant note (or, perhaps, rather relevant one?), just Skyped with my father.
If I had some guilt about not talking to the man for decades, no more. In about five minutes in the conversation I asked permission to be polite. Given one, I hung up.
Chapter Twenty—Things Considered, Chased, and Tracked—is finally finished. It might be missing a scene (I am still undecided; I wanted Verra to Heed some of Dae’s things in his absence, but I felt like it would stall the progress of the story, so for now it will do).
Now, to the next chapter… sadly, someone has to die. About time. ☠
Quite a pathetic tally for the month of November. Some people write novels during that time, and all I managed to bang out is twelve thousand words. On the other hand, some people simply stop shaving and think that it will help their cause. Still puzzles me.
What is making me so slow, is the necessity to choreograph quite a few things (seemingly unconnected), happening at the same time with different characters in different places. Being chiefly a discovery writer does not make that easier. Nope. Quite the opposite.
It does, however, have some bright moments, especially when the important plot points suddenly start to fit together as snugly as though you were planning it to happen from the very beginning. Trust me, I did not. When it happens, it comes as a nice surprise to me. I love it when the story writes itself.
It just takes much more time…
One scene away from finishing the chapter. One short scene. Or two. I can do it.
Perhaps, if I stop editing myself as I go? Nah. Feels like I already established my method (I better have, in all the time I’ve spent on this thing), going to stick to what works.
And as for the length of the thing… well, I might end up somewhere between Gone With the Wind and War and Peace (see below). We shall see.
A.T.T. The blog got a facelift—to match the main site. Something is progressing somewhere.
Chapter Nineteen: Things Unearthed and Announced is—rather suddenly—done. It was going to be longer, but I felt like I had reached a logical chapter break in the narration, and a scene break just would not do.
The word count is now 347,505. I remember the time, when 200,000 was a milestone. Hm.
Spat on everything, sat down and hammered 800 words in two hours. Probably crap—or mostly crap—but the camping scenes are finished, and I can get back to the Castle. At this point whatever moves me and all my people to the finish is good.
TTOW: 339,529 out of All Lord knows how many. Take that, 90,000-word novelists.
Not, that I want to change it—he is definitely dispatched there by Atta—it’s just that he would, probably, never tell the truth about it to Ngale. Seems out of character. He should joke about it and maybe later admit that someone recommended the place as a nice city to visit, which would make Ngale suspect something. Dae should tell it to Verra, though, so the reader knows the truth.