it would take a lot more than that
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Things encouraging writing: fresh starts, new mornings, pots of tea, re-doing outlines, good bread.
I actually did make myself a pot of tea--in a teapot--which might have been a first for me. Far too often it's hot water from a spigot at college into a mug, or from an electric kettle... or, perish the thought, water in a mug heated in the microwave. My roommate-to-be and I plan to possess at least one adorable and/or awesome teapot next year, and based on present evidence, this is an excellent plan.
The tea itself was green tea with mint. It was very good. (Thank you,
vcmw! That was a good recommendation.) I don't like my green tea terribly strong, so one teabag in a smallish teapot was just right.
At any rate, tea always helps and especially so for this novel, in which the characters drink egregious amounts of it themselves.
Assisted by the teapot, I redrafted the novel's outline. I'm nearly just about halfway, so it makes sense both to brain-inside-the-draft and sensible-brain that I would need to redo my outline. I'd been keeping a hypothetical outline and an outline of what actually happened; the outline of what actually happened is still applicable, obviously, but the hypothetical outline had enough false starts in it--and past ideas of the shape of the novel--that a new one (even though it contains a lot of the same elements in similar places) seemed like a good plan.
Assisted by these two elements and bread from my father's breadmaker (nom), I wrote more pages. Hooray, pages. I even know what the next scene is, but it is time for me to go stand up and maybe ride my bike around something. Finally, the protagonist has run into the person who she can talk sensibly to in this novel. This will make a lot of things easier.
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I actually did make myself a pot of tea--in a teapot--which might have been a first for me. Far too often it's hot water from a spigot at college into a mug, or from an electric kettle... or, perish the thought, water in a mug heated in the microwave. My roommate-to-be and I plan to possess at least one adorable and/or awesome teapot next year, and based on present evidence, this is an excellent plan.
The tea itself was green tea with mint. It was very good. (Thank you,
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At any rate, tea always helps and especially so for this novel, in which the characters drink egregious amounts of it themselves.
Assisted by the teapot, I redrafted the novel's outline. I'm nearly just about halfway, so it makes sense both to brain-inside-the-draft and sensible-brain that I would need to redo my outline. I'd been keeping a hypothetical outline and an outline of what actually happened; the outline of what actually happened is still applicable, obviously, but the hypothetical outline had enough false starts in it--and past ideas of the shape of the novel--that a new one (even though it contains a lot of the same elements in similar places) seemed like a good plan.
Assisted by these two elements and bread from my father's breadmaker (nom), I wrote more pages. Hooray, pages. I even know what the next scene is, but it is time for me to go stand up and maybe ride my bike around something. Finally, the protagonist has run into the person who she can talk sensibly to in this novel. This will make a lot of things easier.