I have a Sunday routine. I insist on speaking with my parents every Sunday. We live in different states now, so Sunday dinners are out. It usually takes about an hour. Then my wife called to let me know she was heading for home.
I grabbed my iPad and keyboard and set up to write. My daughter showed up and we talked. It never really was an official bachelor weekend, because she canceled her weekend plans. She decided to drive to Cascade for the day. This was my chance. Everyone was out, and my wife wouldn’t get here for about four hours. It was about 11:30 AM.
I managed to raise my word count to 3653. That makes about 2000 for the day. I find my brain telling me to stop after a while and ended it here. I left The Playground mid scene with a meth tweaker taped to a chair and a thug throwing slobbery dog water in his face to bring him around. My thug needed time to find his pliers anyway. Those nice gold crowns aren’t going to extract themselves.
I may get a few more words tomorrow, or I may edit my other story. With family home again, they have some say over Monday too. Tomorrow is my rotating day off, so I have a chance.
I’m pretty happy with what I have down so far. I set the stage for the villain, introduced the victim, and am working on the anti hero. If I’m lucky, I may even get to the hero. I have some cool things in store for her and can’t wait.
It’s all a bit passive, and telling right now. I like it, but the experts probably wouldn’t. I really want to cover a lot of ground and get all the pieces moving. I can do that faster with a bit of telling.
This tale is a challenge, because I’m telling three different stories. The victim doesn’t need a character arch, just increasing danger. The other two have to change and grow during the story.
I need to read it all with fresh eyes in the morning and see if I can reduce the passive portions. Some of it has to stay. I refuse to change things like “it was snowing.” I know I should say “snow fell gently over the freshly plowed streets.” I just can’t bring myself to use eight words where three will do.
I promise to spend the extra words pulling out the tweaker’s teeth.
What would you do? Is it better to spend the words and never tell, or do you want to get to the important stuff?