So, you may notice that this post is late. Like, a full twenty-four hours late. I’m not enthusiastic about it—the lateness—but there’s not a whole lot that you can do when a storm front kills your internet connection, and then your power, and then your patience, and then your internet connection again. This is the first chance I’ve had to get a post written and live since early yesterday morning.
In short: Wacky fun!
Enough with the excuses, though. Let’s talk writing. At least for a little while. Chapter One is complete, bringing the manuscript to 24 pages and 6,731 words. Which is a nice, seriously sexy bump since Friday. Now I get to turn around and start the first Sydney chapter tomorrow, which I’m rather excited about because I always thought that she was fun to write. All the same: Probably won’t get a whole lot done tomorrow, so don’t expect a lengthy or impressive post.
It feels kind of weird, writing a chapter that’s so long. I usually prefer short, snappy chapters that cap out at eight pages and end on a cliffhanger or heavy emotional note. Single scenes that advance the narrative in a strong way. Doing something longer seems really strange, even with periodic scene breaks (Chapter One has four), and I’ve been toying with the idea of treating each chapter like a short story as I proceed. That might make things a little more familiar for me, but I’ll need to consider the logistics of that much more thoroughly before I go ahead with it. It would probably require a little bit of rejiggering with the outline.
Or I could just, you know, write shorter chapters. But whatever, right?