Another week has passed and I’ve been prodding those keys with vigour. The WIP is now up to 45783, with 4865 of those words new to the story. Several developments are emerging following my research, and the story is twisting and turning with a life of its own.
This is the first rewrite, so there are the usual changes to the plot to be made, alterations to direction and route to be accommodated. The destination remains the same, however. And the characters, although slightly increased in number, continue to take their appropriate directions, until, of course, a few of them rebel and insist on moving in the way they see fit. As I see myself more of a director than a dictator here, I allow the cast some leeway, just as long as they don’t go off on a jolly merely to suit their own particular predilections.
So, the work, which is, in essence, a good deal of fun, continues.
There have been breaks this week to take account of the odd days of clement weather in which the garden has commanded my attention (plants will grow regardless of my plans!). We’ve also had our usual walks in the trees, though none as long as we would like, since rain has generally threatened if not actually manifested. And a couple of visits from the central heating engineer have been a diversion. Still, the radiator valves now actually respond to the ambient temperature and the boiler will work efficiently for the next twelve months.
Today is the traditional football festival that’s de rigour in England: The FA Cup. It kicks off in a short while, so I’ll be camped in front of the idiots’ lantern for a while. But at least I’ll have a drop of the red to keep me going through the experience.
I’ll try to give another update around the same time next week. But no promises: lifestyle prevents strict planning!