Some improvement. I managed to work in extra writing over the weekend to make up for deficiencies earlier in the week. I almost feel like a writer again.
I’ve finally escaped the quagmire of the opening to “Gone Black,” and breezed right through the second act–most of which was pretty solid, I must say. I’m now into the third act, where the final hurdle remains. It’s a bit crowded at the moment. There are three separate climactic confrontations, one after the other. That seems a bit much, to my mind, and the pacing is off.
I’m hoping that the drastic changes to the opening of the story will pay some dividends here. One of the confrontations should be a bit de-emphasized, and I’ll be upping the ante on another. Ideally, these will occur in the correct order, with the most dramatic happening last. We’ll see.
If I can keep my schedule sane for the next week, I might even be able to finish this damned thing. But don’t tell anyone I said that. Let it be our little secret, OK?
And since I spent a good chunk of the weekend writing, I’ve only had time to read the opening chapters of Harry Potter 7, so no fear of spoilers here. I did, however, go to the midnight release party thingy happening at a local Border’s. My buddy Mark had pre-ordered his copy, and wanted to pick it up as soon as possible and read it over the weekend. I had not pre-ordered, but thought I’d pal along, just to savor the experience . . . and to see if maybe I could get my copy while I was there.
You in the back row, stop sniggering! OK, so that last bit didn’t work out, but I’m still glad I went. I figure that nothing like this will happen again in my lifetime; i.e., millions of people showing up at midnight across the country for the release of–gasp and swoon!–a book. The writer in me must smile at this. I proudly wore my “Co-ed Naked Quidditch” t-shirt, natch. Garnered a few giggles, it did. A couple of gals even took pictures of it.
(Oh, and by the way–for those of you wondering what will step up to take Harry’s place in the publishing biz, the answer is nothing. This is a one-time phenomenon. Sorry to harsh your buzz, folks, but that’s the way it is. So enjoy it while it lasts.)
No updates for Write Club.
Oh, and Voldemort didn’t kill Harry’s parents, after all. Turns out Dumbledore did.
(Kidding! Just kidding. I haven’t read the book yet. Hey, what are you doing with that noose? No, wait–)
