Things are zipping along with the scene summary I’m writing for my novel and hopefully by April 1st, I can finally begin writing the first draft seriously.
I find myself daydreaming about who I would want to produce the movie version of the novel and one name stands out: Jennifer Lawrence.
Now that Trump’s probably never leaving office, I feel like I have been pushed into the second act of personal quest for fire.
Because of a unique set of circumstances, I have a window of opportunity to throw my entire mind at writing a 200,000 word work of pop art about life in the Trump Era done in the guise of a thriller set in a small Southern community.
It may suck, but at least you can’t say I didn’t try.
And given the track record of writers, I’ll probably die of consumption even if I do manage to sell the thing to a publishing house. Or I’ll have to self publish.
Or something.
Something sucky.
But my entire creative life is officially consumed by this project. I’m giving myself a deadline of Jan. 1st, 2020 to finish a SECOND draft.
— I’m really actually, for once, beginning to get into the first half of the second act.
— There’s a reason why they tell you not to show your first draft to anyone. This first draft is going to be pretty chaotic.
— I’m a little nervous at the 200,000 word length, but the book I’m modeling the story after structure-wise, The Girl Who Play With Fire, is that length, so there you go. That’s what I’m shooting for. I really want that length, but we’ll see what happens once the beta readers get to it.
— It’s going to be interesting to see how long it takes me to finish the first draft. I know the major beats I want to hit, but how I actually manage to get there will likely be a pretty wild ride.