A couple days ago my inner-organizer tapped me on the shoulder and successfully pulled off a distraction. It pointed out that my chapters were all weird lengths and didn't end at appropriate cut-off points. It annoyed me by saying it didn't match my outline anymore. That voice was just...making me crazy.
I shut that little voice up by deleting my chapter folders in my Scrivener project. (<---- Example image woot )Victory was mine! I no longer have to wonder if a scene should be in chapter 12 or 14 because guess what? I don't have chapters anymore! All I have now are a list of scenes labeled with the character POV.
Organization can still be found, as I categorized my scenes by the Three Act Structure, with sub-folders dictating the beginning, middle, and end of each act.
But this puts an end to an experiment I had tried for the past three months - can I successfully plan out how many chapters I need and thus, sort the appropriate scenes into those chapters before I write them?
And the answer is no. No way.
Once I get into the motion of writing again, brand new scenes and conversations pop up that I couldn't plan for. And honestly the story comes out better that way! Camp has really taught me that allowing myself freedom while writing makes it easier to continue my story and it is actually fun!
I can experiment with my scenes because I'm not trying so hard to make them fit my perfect little outline
....which obviously wasn't so perfect if I needed more chapters anyway.
Live and learn, right?
Later today I'll be helping my cabin mates bunker down and finish the rest of their word counts with sprints, prompts, and other writing shenanigans. For two whole hours! I'm spent the morning figuring out the scenes I want to work on myself and I'm feeling pretty prepared.
So seriously, if I play my cards right I could complete ACT TWO TODAY!!!!
Craziness! That's two-thirds of my first draft done! And all those words are ones I like and the story fits the plot. After climbing the mountain of words I've already written, at this point, I can actually see the ending of my novel in the far distance. It's an actual place, it's real! Not some Narnia fantasy world that I've dreamed up and then been tricked as it disappears back into the wardrobe.
Oh no. Not this time.
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