Lucky 13
I have to stop now. I think that some of this last batch are not the right words, and my inner editor kicked in and rearranged the first three chapters to avoid a crisis of Faith.
Not mine, but that of the protagonist. Far too early for that, and the man I wrote earlier today and last night had suffered none of that during his time of definite crisis.
Bah.
Time enough to edit later. but so far, so good. It all works, if a bit verbose. One of the bridge chapters may leave the book entirely, but not during November. Just words are not enough to make a novel; I need a beginning, middle and end. I’ve got them, but the dots still need connecting. The work file is up to 94 pages now, and that certainly makes me happy.
Time to sleep. Was dozing a bit during Star Trek, and received some good natured ribbing from the fan next to me. When I caught him at it a bit later, we both laughed. Also, a bit of Trek Fun experience. After the feature, the lights did not come back up , and the packed house was left in the dark.
Ever so briefly. Every damn one of us whipped out our communicator/tricorders, and the room got a happy, geeky glow.
Then, about half of us remembered that we had flashlights on our key chains. I was not alone in this here revelation, and more chagrin to be had for me.
Go figure.