he'd lost half his stars

78 / 350

It turns out that waking up at five-thirty and working on novels means that I am in Hardcore Writer Mode all day, and that makes it difficult for me to interact with people normally. I don't know if other people notice a difference, but I don't quite feel like myself.

...so, the past couple of days, when I've woken up at five-thirty I've just gone back to sleep for an hour or so.

Last night, aware that I'd do this, I started thinking about what the beginning of that novel I wrote last summer needs. I'd been planning to print it out to look at it first, but really it needs so many structural changes that it makes more sense to restructure it first if I can, and I may have given it enough time now that I can actually look at it sensibly. And I figured out sort of what might work for the first act, and now I just need to figure out how the implications of that ripple through, and how that changes everything, and how to work out the rest of the structure stuff.

Today I scribbled that down before breakfast, and wrote some more of The Urban Fantasy Novel between classes. Writing can happen in the interstices, I think, or at least I'll give it a try.

(Although having one's head in a project as large as a novel kind of by definition kicks you out of yourself at least to a certain extent. But we'll see if I can balance all this stuff I call life.)