Grrr. I was about to write a smug paragraph or so about how pleased I was that I had done another 1100 words on Conscience this evening. However I was interrupted by a strange message about 'cookies'. Yes, I was told years ago what they were and I decided I didn't like them, but I don't think I've ever done anything about them. Now I am being told that I have disabled cookies - to a British person that sounds like broken biscuits to me. I am old enough to remember seeing bags of broken biscuits for sale in shops. Perhaps they still do sell them... but damn it.
Anyway, I am very pleased I have written so much, since I was just sitting here idly and then I thought, well I might as well write, I am a bit bored and it's the thing to do. If I don't write I might have to do some housework. Unfortunately, it is time to go to bed, so I won't be able to do that. The thing that upsets me is that although I am enjoying it, I am not in love with it the way I was with TFY - I think the problem is that there are so many problems to address in the book - I already know the plot, so all the surprises are only small ones, but gratifying nonetheless. Unfortunately I have just discovered that JohnMcCormack was on tour in the US in 1915-16 so he may not have been singing at the Queen's Hall in autumn 1915... blast and damn, what do I do about that? Perhaps they can go to the concert before the summer. Or maybe I can put a footnote about this being a fantasy---- it's the sort of thing people would do, they just couldn't have.
This is the difficulty of writing a novel set in an historical period. It isn't meant to be exact factual chronicle, but people will want to know how accurate it is. It doesn't really matter now, but I think I'll have to do something about it when it comes to the second draft.
What is interesting at present is that I am trying to write this in a different way. More the way I wrote TFY - i.e. just write it, don't go back and edit the previous section all the time, like I used to with The Tapestry. I spent so much time revising and correcting and polishing that I did very little new writing, I was doing that with the early (pre-TFY chapters) so I have determined I will not do that, I really want to finish it, get the whole book done, solve some of the problems it poses, and then see what happens. The real problem is whethe I include the whole story and write a mega-book - or whether I divide it into two. Does it make 2 books? I'm not sure how long it is now, perhaps I ought to count, 7 chapters. Still have a long way to go just to get to the divorce... that will definitely be a book in itself... but, but, oh hell. I can't think about it now, just keep writing and see what happens. I may have to chuck out all the stuff I wrote about Bessy's childhood - pity it was that kind of writing you do when you just don't realise what you know until it comes out in a reasonably convincing way.
Enough. I'm off to do a word count, I hope it will cheer me up. I certainly haven't written 2,000 words a week, but at least I am still writing it.
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