Writing longform is working well. I still have my structure up on a board in front of me, which acts as a kind of comforting blankie as I plough on from strange scene to strange scene. Ideas appear in a throwaway sentence, and I make a note to return to that idea on my second draft. Some of it develops the story a little bit more, and some of it will go in the bin, but it really is amazing what comes out when you just plough on without much thinking.
The main thing I've been thinking this week is the need for patience. Getting used to the pace of a novel. I think all those books about plotting give you the sense that a story really rollicks from the word go, when it fact it's much more gradual than that.
Not only that, but my synopsis focuses so much on getting to the next turning point, or the next crisis, and an eventual denouement, that I forgot it takes time to delineate a character, to create the little scenes or turns of phrase that bring them to life. Chapter two has been about that.
And I came across this quote from Doris Lessing today, which sums up something I've discovered in the last few weeks. A book for Doris is alive "only when its plan and shape and intention are not understood".
That idea always used to make sense to me as a reader, but now I see it as a writer too.
Word count this week: 2,456 Running total: 18,535 First draft: 4,777