Had a great day at the desk yesterday, though the page count movement doesn’t really show it yet. I managed to push through the chapter I’d been snagged on, but in the doing, I cannibalized from a chapter about four chapters up. (Yay) It had always felt to me that the two of them were doing the same thing, and bringing them together feels very solid. Today should be easy-peasy as I’m working with two chapters that will not change much apart from the emotion. (of which I will be an emotional wreck by the end of the day and will need some garden time to shake it off properly.)
I should be able to get into the half-eaten chapter as well. It needs a new beginning, and I’ve got a perfect idea, one that will help me get rid of the gun on the mantel left over from the previous book. (As in if there is a gun on the mantel in the first act, you’d better shoot it in the second.) It will also open up a new avenue of trouble between Rachel and the demons, and a path of understanding between Rachel and Trent, and maybe Al. All in about five pages–because I moved something forward where it belonged in the first place and made an opening of opportunity.
Wish me luck. I’m not sure it’s actually going to fall in place the way I see it. -laugh-
Rain here, but I got the last of the year’s grass seed down just as it started. That’s a good sign. Slowly but surely, I’m getting my yard back from large summer projects. Now that I think about it, my yard is undergoing a rewrite and we’re just getting out of the ugly, scattered, messy stage where everything has been torn up and raw earth exposed. Gotta get it buttoned down before it snows . . .