I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, July 11, 2009

She'll tell you she's an orphan, after you meet her family

Chapter 15 is in the can with a crappy first draft. Oh sure, nice things happen (word and writing wise, not so much for the characters, at least nobody tries to fry them), but it feels a little "meh" right at the moment. The main character asks too many questions, and he's supposed to be protaging. Oh well, that's what rewrite is for.

With Chapter 15 coming in at 1400 words (on the nosey), that brings us to 25,777 total words.

Hopefully 16 and 17 flow out faster. I'm pretty sure what happens in Chapter 17. Chapter 16 has a "filler" feel to it right at the moment. I might need to move up a piece that I was going to save for later, but could fit now. And actually, now that I think about it, it makes a little more sense.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good to see you powering through the 'meh'.

Steve Buchheit said...

Sometimes you've just gotta get through it. Chapter 16 is resisting, but it feels like a water ballon resisting before it pops. Once you break on through the rest comes gushing out.