12:32 -- open already overworked first chapter, just in case instructor expects evidence of draft-in-progress at FIRST CLASS tonight. Jitters. Fraud police around every corner. Should not be drinking coffee, that's for sure.
12:42 -- feel like getting up out of the chair. Don't I need to take off shoes and put on slippers? Gritting teeth, keep butt in chair. Close blog and get back to work now. Think I should get out of chapter 1 and move on to draft a new scene. Get the crap down on the page. Think I should look up the definition of scene.
From Wikipedia, of course: In fiction, a scene is a unit of drama. A sequel is what follows; an aftermath. Together, scene and sequel provide the building blocks of plot for short stories, novels, and other forms of fiction.
Since I totally don't structure my writing, I'm pretty much screwed. Maybe when Han goes to school full-time I can get that job as a toll booth operator. Oh yeah, we don't have toll booth operators here in Seattle. Back to work.
Okay, I've been structuring my story. Doesn't that count for something? Can't I structure my scenes (and sequels, which I never, ever think about) AFTER I get the crappy second draft down on paper? BACK TO WORK for real. Now.
Oh. My. God. My instructor is the first name listed under References in this Wikipedia entry. Which means she will take one look at me and throw me out of class tonight.
Went on Amazon and bought two books by instructor. Will have them Thursday. I've bought nine books on writing since I signed up for this class. Back to work. It's now 1:09.
1:47 -- still working chapter 1. I had to put some flashback info in after nixing the first three chapters (all that work squished into one little paragraph). And now I have to figure out how to plausibly make Eleanor let Theo tag along almost immediately. I mean, he's kind of weird, but also kind of cute. Why would she let him hang out right away? Because Sam likes him. Because it's awkward to tell him to get lost?
I wasn't sure Ichiro was still on the team. I'm glad to see he is. I like him. Theo is wearing an Ichiro jersey. Do they call them Jerseys in baseball?
I wish I hadn't turned up the heat. It's hot in here.
2:20 -- Eleanor gets embarrassed easily, as it turns out. Go figure. I wish I knew a song that included the lyrics, "We all got to have a mission." Speaking of missions and bad grammar, I got to turn down the heat like right now. And I have 39 minutes until pickup. When was the last time I wrote this book? December 26.
I left some adverbs in. So there. I have 28 minutes.
2:48 -- Now we're in the back room of the 7-Eleven. Again. Eleanor's just glad Theo is keeping Sam busy, which is why she's letting him hang out. She's a little single-minded. When I got up to turn down the heat my knees reminded me I'm old. Better than the alternative. Now I'm knocking off (and I was on a roll) so I can meditate for my remaining 15 minutes. Maybe it will help with tonight. Firsts are always difficult for me. First Hugo House class. First "advanced" class with the word "master" in it. Crap.
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Posted by: air max 2011 | February 23, 2012 at 05:13 AM
Can't wait for the next chapter, Carol. What I can't understand is how you can blog and write at the same time. How do you spell amadexterous? Like it sounds? Enjoy reading whatever you write.
LOVE (in caps)
Dad
Posted by: Dad | January 12, 2012 at 06:45 PM