So, for a long while, I had 160 pages as my goal.
And I was perpetually behind.
Today I started with 108 pages and was supposed to be at 144 pages. I lowered my goal to 130 pages for these last few days of Camp. Otherwise it would just be too stressful since I’ve been floundering in my writing and drawing activity, ideas, and inspiration.
But that isn’t really the last minute switch I want to talk about. No, it’s just that after a month of trying to come up with new material, whether for Spectra or for some short stories, nothing was consistent. I didn’t feel like I was making any real progress on stories.
But then I had to edit a scene I wanted to share with a friend, a scene from The Desolation of Kaldoa back in November. My 75-76 thousand word Nano.
Yeah, I haven’t edited much of it.
I got stuck on feeling like I need to create even MORE new scenes before I would be able to tackle editing. You know, you write a complete first draft and then edit? Well, that’s all well and good with a proper book, but with something like Spectra that I want to be a webcomic and include novelizations to deepen the storyline even more, well, that last Nano may have covered material for 2-3 entire books! (To say nothing of the side book ideas that ballooned after Nano!
I’m looking at you Des, stop trying to steal the story from Sheyla.)
So maybe it is time to edit.
Especially since it would be waaaaaaaaay cooler to have sizeable chunks I can share at last instead of hoarding everything indefinitely because I’m trying to gather ALL of my raw material instead of organizing and polishing what I already have.
I was much less lost in the doldrums of story malaise editing that one scene than I have been in maybe this whole last week? More than a week? My last really good day was the 16th, and then I had an improved day on the 20th, but most of this latter half has been pretty much scraping up one or two pages and not caring much.
But editing. I edited the scene where Sheyla meets Cool Villainess who originally smashed up my outline and caused me to complain so much. I guess it’s sort of poetic that I start this with her? Anyway, it was nice to edit because I started off just copying chunks of text, fixing some typos as Sheyla went about her afternoon, and then, the Villainess entered. I had to be more careful then, and not simply copy text, but change some wording from my spoilery author titles for characters, to more neutral language, and then there was a portion which was written two different ways and I rewrote a cohesive version, rearranged some things, and still included the wording I really liked.
Perhaps I have found my way to boost my excitement in Spectra. It’s felt like I’ve been keeping it to myself too long, and now I really need to start drafting a cohesive second draft and work through the beginning.
Except the beginning kinda has the biggest gaps going for it, so there’s still a lot to write there. Especially now that Des has become such an important character. He has his own side to the story.
Still, I think I’m going to work through editing a copy of Nano draft, picking it apart, rearranging things so they’re in chronological order, and cutting was is obsolete or doesn’t work, and rewriting new stuff. It’s gonna be interesting.
I have my raw Nano draft which is ordered by when I wrote the scenes, not the story timeline, so it’s a mess, and then I have a document taking all those bits and putting them in chronologically. The last third of the draft isn’t in there though, and partway through I stopped using my outline so it’s quite a mess, but with my new copy, I intend to fix things up quite a bit.
Wow, I have nearly a dozen documents for this story and they’re all quite disordered. (That’s not counting my art drafts for it)
I haven’t posted in 10 days. Well, it’s time to get back making Spectra and getting it out into the world!
Here’s the main rewritten snippet:
Enraged, the woman lifted her hand against the robot, smashing it down so hard that it grazed the tile floor for several meters and the blue magic was gone. Only a withering collection of electric sparks remained of the robot’s power. She opened Sheyla’s coat and extracted an envelope from an inner pocket, disdainful of the panicked faces of onlookers seeing her destroy an official Union robot.