Update on the Daf and Rhys situation.
Things really started to go wrong around chapter 8. This makes sense, as that’s when the plot really starts to get into its own. There are things that came into being that I had not conceived of before starting–when I began, I hadn’t a clue as to the goblins’ justification–and I made a right mess of it. Keeping details in order and bringing things to boil just went off the rails.
Too many figures of speech. Plainly put, I screwed it up. It needs re-writing.
I already have a bit of organisation as to how that shall be done. I’ve noted the elements to be removed, and I’m going to write fresh with synopses based on what I wrote before. Largely, quite different things will happen, and quite a lot will unhappen. I could call it Project TARDIS if I were not currently in loathe with the Doctor Who fandom. (it’s simply become impossible to just like something and have fun with it, more’s the pity)
So, to do:
- Revise chapter 8
- Synopsise chapters 9-11
- Resume writing as it was
- Compare, and grab out any snippets of writing worth incorporating into the new
I’m going to redux my daily updates and state my progress in chapters and pages rather than X words out of X goal. This may not be until next week. I’m sure I’ve become the dullest git in the world thanks to my constant mentioning of it, but this driving business has me so overwrought that I can’t place words on it without getting incredibly pissed at myself.
I’d like to say I’m going back to writing Daf and Rhys as soon as I have my learner’s permit, or once I’ve got the actual physical driving parts underway, but I’m no optimist and I am bloody terrified just riding in a car now.
Suffice to say, they’re not abandoned. I think about them and I work on the story in the ways I can, in the time that I can. I know that just about no one gives a rat’s hairy arse in the first place, and this long missive is basically aimed at myself and so I can tell Denise “tae piss oop a bloddy rope” as a certain someone puts it. He wants to add, “You ruddy cow.”
I don’t feel any better.