Once I was done with that, it was almost like a springboard effect had happened, and I jumped into Chapter ten full speed ahead. I was pretty excited, until I'd been at it for almost the whole day and I realized how little I'd done to it. The chapter went from 9 pages to 13 very quickly, but it still feels empty, full of gaping holes, and I really, really don't know what to do about it.
Remember the conversations I abhor so much? That's what's missing. Two to three intense confrontations may blow it up to 20+ pages. Over 23 and I might go crazy. UGH. It's making Chapter 8 look like a docile baby (ch 8 is the one I wrote, rewrote, and expanded by about ten pages), and that was enough stress in and of itself.
Maybe I'm blowing this all out of proportion, but really, how the hell am I supposed to know what centuries-old vampires say when they're pissed off?
I guess I'll just make it up and hope it sounds convincing (pinnacle of writing career right there).
Today was an intense writing day, though. Put chapter nine in the binder, and have officially run out of those little plastic paper holder alternatives to three hole punching each and every sheet of paper... yeah. Those things. I took out my "Advice on Novel Writing" article (AKA writing BIBLE) and plan on rereading it for the first time in a year. That should be exciting and time consuming. (NOTE: The Binder is a huge huge white binder where I store all of my stuff (fresh drafts, old drafts, notes, plans, articles, pictures) in a semi-organized fashion.)
The thing is that even though I made a LOT of headway, I still feel... well... I feel like a bum. Usually people tell me I'm acting like a bum when I don't feel like it. If I feel like it, something MUST be wrong. I'm getting all sad and lazy, staying in the house instead of chilling with friends. To be quite honest, this summer is getting almost as depressing as last school year which, if you were there, you know, was pretty rough. What do I do to make it better? No car, no bike, little money.
I'll just finish the book and THEN have a life. No? Ok, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas.