No. of words: 34,295
No. of ex-jobs: 1
Still in the mid-thirties wordcount, awwwwk. Mid-30s seems to be the hardest to move on from. Have been doing much planning, though, which could easily be excuse for not writing but am hopeful it will make progress to the end somewhat faster than with previous novels and, more crucially, with less tosh to toss out later. As I got fair stuck with the scene I was on, moved to end of story and examined the plot backwards. Interesting and useful exercise.
Have now nailed each chapter with
brief summary of what happens and
CONFLICT watch any show, Simpsons for simplicity, each scene really does move forward in conflict, not that noticeable unless you look.
EMO-MAP (emotional journey from beg c. to end of c.)
With some subsidiary mini-character arches for certain segments. It threw up some foreshadowing which can go into the first draft &, as done this way, hopefully will be more naturally enmeshed in the story. Have also restyled the main character into a more solid form, one I can stick with, she's still not all there & far too closely resembles the person I'm basing her on. The backwards plotting has given me some extra personality clues I can slot in earlier.
It's half term this week so not working. Actually haven't heard from the film co. for week and a half now, so maybe that's it on that one. My last assignment saw me taking out lots of his exclamation marks, maybe he took offence. That or he's run out of money. I don't mind, am rather hoping he won't ring as we're moving in a week or so and I want to get on with the novel.
Exciting day out on Saturday to the frieze art http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/friezeartfair/0,15148,1314684,00.htmlart fair in Regent's Park. Managing to drag daughter there major achievement, as we only have to mention the words 'gallery' or 'museum' & the groans begin. I promised this would be different, with a work of art that took you for a walk and 50 real Chinamen in a box. On way from car to exhibition, passed a group of about 5 very well-dressed people walking on other side of road - with 2 police motorbike escorts. First time either of us had ever seen pedestrians with police escorts. Once inside daughter cheered up a bit and was soon off exploring, looking for the loos and the caff. Partner decided caff was too crowded & we made for the restaurant which had a long queue. Stood in queue for a while before realising futileness of it, even though it was a mini Ivy outpost we couldn't wait all day.
Good people-watching place. Isabella Blow was recognizeable because she was wearing a cut-out hat called 'Blow'. She was fascinating, & got sat at a table right by our bit of queue. I have a pic of her on the cover of my 'characters' folder for novel 4. Really quite amazingly short and ugly, as she described herself in the interview I read, but not because of her fantastic presence and self-assuredness - talk about making the best of yourself. Then Tracey Emin, Jarvis Cocker in gallery chattering to curator, David Bailey lounging over there on a sofa; people in beautiful skirts talking deals; strangest works of art; nonsensical galleries with just a bag of cement and a table with some dealer; Grayson Perry's pots, always wanted to see them; odd projections, our favourite a group of flowers flickering in the breeze projected onto wall; a bra hanging from a tree, no don't get it; the walking work of art a disappointment tho as they weren't walking, just standing around chatting.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.