Last night, I watched eight episodes of Sex and the City back-to-back, ending at Charlotte’s marriage to Harry. I also ate three packets of chilli rice cakes, one packet of chocolate rice cakes and a helping of choc chip ice-cream.
Sorry, wrong kind of confession.
I wrote the first 1000 words of Chapter Nine this week, as well as a whole lot of free-writing trying to get into the head of the narrator whose chapter this is. Last night in the haze of telly and food-that-comes-from-packets, I decided that the scene with which I began Chapter Nine is not far enough down the action timeline and will have to parked in the “Extra Stuff” file for use at a later date (how did writers manage before word processors?). I am heading into the last third of the novel now and am looking for big, dramatic, climatic scenes that beg for resolution.
Part of the problem is that I don’t have a story outline, so each chapter has evolved rather than been written from plan. I am starting to realise that this first draft is the outline, albeit one that has taken six months to write. When I start the second draft, I will be in a much stronger place, ready to polish, intensify and clarify. I am looking forward to that.
Other things I have done this week:
1. Made a shortlist of agents to approach once I have finished
2. Had a blogger date with the lovely Ms Martini
3. Almost managed a free-standing headstand in yoga
4. Made basil and lavender ice-cream, which was oddly good
5. Ran three kilometres in 20 minutes (my goal is 10kms in an hour)
6. Imagined myself tottering around Manhattan delivering bon mots when I visit New York in November. “I am a lady!”
My goals for the coming week:
1. Establish the appropriate action for Chapter Nine, and write it!
2. Exercise, exercise, exercise
And that’s all, folks.