Not only that, I had a severe coughing fit early this
morning, meaning I was wide awake at a very early hour, so up at an obscenely
early one, leaving Marion to go back to sleep, giving me a good hour and a half
of uninterrupted writing time, once the coffee had been made.
That hour and a half showed me this idea has got more than just
legs, it’s a sprinter of a story – I took a deep breath and sat back, realising
instead of just writing an opener and a story treatment, I’d written the first
two full scenes, hitting a word count of 4,387 words.
Now I need to make a decision, do I pick it up again and
write it once I’ve finished the main work in progress, which I want to get back
to tomorrow, treating it as a complete ‘pantser’ exercise. Or, do I sit down
and outline it properly, produce a plan for it, and make sure I’m happy where
the story is going to go. The whole thing is there in my head, already, and this
one isn’t a complex story, but there are potentially a lot of characters, and
it could go several ways.
Ah, creative decisions, the best part of the frustrations of
this job.
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