Thurs, Aug. 7
... Lose myself in your eyes
The novel keeps progressing and growing. I discovered something about one of the characters last night that I hadn't known until then. It was a quiet revelation for me. Something that will change the tone of parts of the book. Not drastically, but enough to add depth to the character. I'm loving this. I'm having fun exploring the nuances of the characters, and letting them come even more alive than they already had. I feel like I finally know them--they're not just two-dimensional descriptions on a page, but they're finally coming to life, even for me. And until that happens, they can't possibly be real to anyone else.
I finished the initial draft at about 50,492 words, or something like that. Just over the 50,000 mark. At that point, I just needed to feel a sense of completion, but now, in the past 3 weeks or so, I've added almost 6,000 words. Not nearly as impressive a word-count as 50,000 in 28 days, but those 6,000 words have been incredibly important ones. They've fleshed it out. I think that my goal is going to be to add enough depth to the characters to pull the word-count to 60,000. Not menial, unimportant filler, but details that will make the story come alive; storylines that need to be fleshed out even more.
It's getting there. I'm getting there. I'm almost ready to let go of the characters. Not quite. I need to know them better first, but soon, I'll be able to let go and let them loose to the public. Open them up to the rest of the world.
Not that they'll be literary symbols or anything else, but maybe someone will read it. Somewhere, someday, sometime. I don't know. But if they do, I'm almost ready.
Anyways... I'm going to go. We're just hanging out, checking email, and Laurel's computer wouldn't let her into hotmail, so I'll get off so she can use this one.
One year ago today: It would be an interesting thing if all those bottled up words could come out. Everything that ever tried to come out would just come in one big blurt. What kind of a statement would that make? There would probably be some conflicting emotions and some contradictory statements. There would be memories long gone and laughter and tears long forgotten. It would be an interesting experience. Hopefully, it would be laughable. The things that seemed so crucial and important then aren't so much anymore. I think I'd laugh at myself, thinking, "Why was that so important? Why did I have to get that out of my mouth, and kick myself when I didn't?" I hope I'd laugh at myself.
infinite || abyss
posted at 1:36 p.m.
