This has been the first rainy afternoon in a long while. Whilst our part of Scotland may not have been bathed in the heat of summer just yet it has at least been dry. Walking around the village during the one walk outside the house each day whilst lockdown is in effect has been a rather pleasant distraction. Today however both the dog and I were very wet when we made it home this afternoon.
It has meant a little bit more writing. There’s a chapter at the end that I’m having to rework completely as changes in the previous few chapters have rendered the older version obsolete. Some of the dialogue can be transferred over but not a lot. The rather good new is that this is the penultimate chapter of the entire book so with a little bit of an extra push over the next few days we should be done with this rewrite. I have a feeling that this will be a massive weight off my shoulders as one of the main things I wanted to get done during all of this pandemic was to finish this.
After that it’s a case of going through each chapter and seeing if it just needs polished or needs a further rewrite again. For the most part though this is slowly becoming something readable to the outside world and for that I’m very glad. It’s crazy to think that I’ve been writing this for the last three years and it started as one sentence in a notebook.
Whilst going through the last stages of this rewrite I’ve noticed a shift in a particular character has appeared almost out of nowhere. The decision will certainly have to be made soon as to if I carry on with this and be forced to alter everything that change affects or try and force it back to the original plan and limit the damage.
I’d image this is something all writers come across, let me explain the exact details.
In the very first plans of the book my alien being had landed on Earth after being separated from his cohorts in the skies above. He was part of a squadron who had been bombing other planets, rendering once glorious landscapes into flames and dust. When he hit Earth he found himself alone and without a clue of what to do. He was supposed to be a warrior without a war to fight and a large part of his story was him learning about this whilst trying to get back home. He was an aggressor but it was done only because that was his usual mode of operation and not because Earth had any particular plus points for his race. As a result of this his character was eerie, unpredictable and certainly not to be trusted.
The chapters I’ve written about planets burning are never really pinned as to who is on what side. As I’ve carried on I’ve noticed that I made this alien being really confused about life on Earth and how he goes about not being identified. It’s then led to another ‘what if’ idea.
What if, rather than him being part of this all dominating army, he was a victim of them instead? He’s not a warrior, he’s a refugee. This change has occurred somewhat naturally and has made him more interesting to write and far more three dimensional. He’s little bit more sympathetic as well.
The second option would involve a lot more work as it means rewiring the end few chapters a fair bit and possibly adding a few more section so his background is made a lot clearer but it’s probably going to be better in the long run.
My wife is a nurse so she’s been going to work during all of the Coronavirus pandemic happenings. This means that I’m at home as much as possible with our son, the dog and the cat. Without any kind of routine in place it can mean that both the humans in the house end up watching Youtube all day. In order to combat this we ended up doing a lot of work for our joint video games blog site. It’s been a lot of fun so far with us reviewing games and talking about what we’re playing during the lockdown. It has taken away from the book writing time though and I thought I’d try to get that sorted tonight.
After dinner I thought I’d sit and blast through for just one hour between 8 and 9.I didn’t set a word count or say I was going to do ‘X chapter’. I just started editing and rewriting.
I got a fair piece of it done this way and it might be good to do this going forwards if I don’t get a chance to sit and write all day.
Ticking over again with the rewrite tonight but progress was slightly curtailed by my cat leaping up on my laptop keyboard and somehow managed to knock out my touch pad. No amount of pressing buttons could bring the thing back. As the furry idiot walked away I found myself frantically searching via my mobile as to how to get it back running again.
I’m writing the lead up to my ending now and I’m still unsure about it. There’s a thin dividing line at the moment between just wanting to get this finished and opening up parts of it for another serious going over. I can see me certainly doing large sections of dialogue again but I currently have three characters looking out to see for strange light and a fourth who is looking around his kitchen for a weapon to use against an alien life form.
A few months ago I found myself wishing that the world would just stop for a bit so I could find the time to get this draft of the book finished. The original March 4th deadline aim had completely gone by and progress was scrappy again.
Then the world suddenly stopped, the government told everybody to remain indoors as much as they can and my work sent me home for the next six weeks on full pay.
If I can’t get it done now then it’s really pretty hopeless isn’t it?
I’m down to the last twenty or so pages as of today anyway. Once that’s done it’ll be going through each chapter and polishing it up as far as dialogue goes and seeing if at all hangs together okay. At the moment the engine is in place, the body work has nearly done being put on top but the paintwork needs a going over.
Since I moved house I’m no longer within walking distance from my parent’s house. My Dad and I used to meet each other for a morning coffee once a week but recently we haven’t had the chance until today. As my Dad’s car pulls up into the car park of the local Distillery cafe he waves a magazine in the front window. I can just about see that it’s Dumfries and Galloway Life magazine, a local publication covering events in the near vicinity. I have no clue as to why he’s brought it along though.
Turns out it was this…
Turns out it’s a story about ghost sightings in Gretna written by my good friends Mostly Ghostly. I had no clue they were going to mention me and seeing the word ‘writer’ before my name in a magazine is certainly a buzz.
I haven’t really found somewhere to write in the new house yet. At the moment I’m sat at the kitchen table which is very much a similar idea to the breakfast bar in the old place. There’s a sunroom next door but, being January and about 3c outside, that’s not the most comfortable place to sit right now.
I opened up the file for the book today for the first time in what seemed like weeks. Word tells me that the last time I did anything with it was October 20th last year. Even the small bubble on the sidebar that usually takes me straight to the point when I had stopped before had given up. I was back at page one, chapter one having to scroll down to find it. November was taking up with house moving, December was Christmas and some vague sense of normality has returned in time for mid January. My writing momentum has been shot though and trying to get started today proved something of a nightmare.
There isn’t that much further to go though and this version of the book will be done.
I haven’t vanished to be never seen again. I have done something that feels like that by moving house. We’ve been in the new place for about four weeks now and most of the boxes are away but some remain resolute in the corner of the spare room.
Our old house was on the market since March so the need to find a buyer has been hanging around all that time. I’m very glad to see the back of it.
No sooner did we have something resembling order of things then Christmas had to be prepared for. Writing has been pushed aside for a while. I’ve also yet to pick somewhere in the new place to sit and write. The previous house just had a view of the surrounding homes, this one has a hill at the back where the sun sets.
It’s taken me weeks to rewrite this chapter. Perhaps it’s because writing opportunities have been a little bit limited recently with a house move imminent. Maybe it’s the fact that this was the chapter where Mother and Daughter meet again for the first time in a decade and it was always going to be emotionally heavy. I think I spent a lot of time running from this one, unsure of where to go with it and what to do once I got there.
In the first draft Anne (the daughter) found her Mother Morag in staying in the local bed and breakfast. I had a lovely scene in which, after the initial shock, they bonded together like nothing had happened and went on the merry way to finding our police officer and telling him that everything is okay now thank youverymuchthere’sreallynoproblem.
This is of course trash. Grade A, stinking trash.
Morag’s entire character just whisps along with everything placed before her and this exchange just underlined such behaviour. She runs away from the town in the first place because she feels everybody has turned against her and only returns when she assumes most of the residents will be senile or dead. Bar one scene in which she punches the first person to suggest she killed her own daughter Morag displays nothing of any kind of backbone.
So here’s the first major plot change in this draft. Rather than skip off out of the breakfast room of a fishing town B&B Morag does not believe the girl in front of her is her daughter. I’m building it up to the moment with some nice daytime soap opera stuff and then breaking it at the last possible second before ending the chapter there.
Anybody else find that time seems to shift much faster when they’re trying to write?
After going to the supermarket this morning to get some food shopping I’ve been sat in my kitchen since around 11am trying to get some more of the book rewrite done. It’s 4pm now and I cannot really fathom where that time has gone. I’m consoling myself with the fact that the small progress bar down the side of the screen is firmly at the 75-80% mark. It’s getting done, just not maybe that fast.
I think one of the main methods I’m using right now is to keep another tab open alongside the text file of the book so I can flit to that and write something else if I feel progress is grinding. Today the reserve writing project was a game review so I’ve been darting back and forth between ‘aliens in Scotland’ and ‘The Legend Of Zelda’. Oddly it works okay.