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[no one has to see this but me]
Good thing about doing what you feel is right: sometimes it works out.
Oof, it feels good to get a nice solid chunk of writing in. At first I flailed and wailed about not knowing what happened yet, and then I figured out that in fact I knew what happened next: it was just the "I don't have enough story left for all these words!" thing that happens around this point of a novel.
So I stuck the next bit in right where it wanted to go (which was half a chapter of, mostly, pure exposition--but I can fix that, all together now, In The Next Draft) and carried on.
Also, after another quick polish this morning, the story will be back out today, and also I will get my notecards (my glorious notecards!) for re-structuring my novel-from-last-summer. Which, like a hydra, grows two new problems every time I think I've lopped one off--that is, figured out what one is and how I might conceivably fix it. Hooray.
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Oof, it feels good to get a nice solid chunk of writing in. At first I flailed and wailed about not knowing what happened yet, and then I figured out that in fact I knew what happened next: it was just the "I don't have enough story left for all these words!" thing that happens around this point of a novel.
So I stuck the next bit in right where it wanted to go (which was half a chapter of, mostly, pure exposition--but I can fix that, all together now, In The Next Draft) and carried on.
Also, after another quick polish this morning, the story will be back out today, and also I will get my notecards (my glorious notecards!) for re-structuring my novel-from-last-summer. Which, like a hydra, grows two new problems every time I think I've lopped one off--that is, figured out what one is and how I might conceivably fix it. Hooray.