I'm With You
Twelve thousand words into this mess and counting. This chapter has been really hard to wrap my head around. I think I've said something close to this about all of my chapters but this one is uniquely difficult. I've reached that point where it's "laying cards on table" time, telling uncomfortable truths time, sexual tension time, and all the while there's a bit of action and maneuvering going on as well.
I've been kind of pulling together an ever growing list of all the things I don't want to forget in this pivotal scene, points I want made, things I need said, moves I need made... I threw it all in a giant list, drafted out a draft and well not surprisingly it's terribly crappy. I'm just throwing everything I ever thought of into the scene with the knowledge that I'm going to cut it by half. There's way too much dialogue, action, moving about, inner thoughts, ugh it's gratuitous. But I'm trying not to edit it yet, now it's just word vomiting.
The good thing that came out of this pile of crap was that it sparked a second outline, a kind of rearranging of things that I'm going to try to smoosh together using draft one bones after I pull myself out of this self induced pasta coma that unfortunately happened. I don't want to do too much editing. I'm not in that headspace yet. but I think adding more bits to the giant stack of bits might still work. So yeah, goal today, no subtracting, only adding and rearranging. Cutting comes only when all is done...