I had to ask myself this morning, is 9:00 a.m. too early for Bush’s Best Boston Baked Beans? And then I opened a can and heated them up in the microwave and ate a bowl of the delicious molasses and brown sugar flavored legumes and said, no. 9:00 a.m. is probably too LATE for them. I should have had some at 7:30 a.m. when I started craving them. Meanwhile I ate two bowls of Strawberry Awake cereal to stave off the Boston Baked Beans craving. That NEVER works, you know. You can’t kill one craving with a different food. It just doubles the calorie intake.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting down today to begin the thinking process for my rewrite of my next novel. I finished the draft about a month ago, I’ve let it sit on the back burner while I did IMPORTANT things (like mop underneath the microwave cart for the first time in who-knows-how-long-oh-my-gosh) and caught up on kid projects. Can an Eagle project happen this spring? I certainly hope so.
This is my plan for the rewrite: I will not go back and look at the draft. I will simply retell the story, scene by scene from memory. This would be actually pretty ineffective if I had a good memory. But because I have a pretty useless memory it’s going to be AWESOME. Counter-intuitive, I know. However, the big advantage of a terrible memory is I’ll only get the highlights. The best scenes, the most memorable moments will be the ones I can recall. Everything else will fall away. I can reconstruct the plot (which I didn’t do so well in the beginning as it was a NaNoWriMo book with no prep-time) from the scene level, and then I’ll probably start with mostly fresh pages, possibly a bit of cut and paste from the original, and start fresh. It needs a clean start. Some novels just do.
I did learn a great thing about myself doing this wacky NaNo dash. I’m not so much of a “pantser.” I don’t do my best work writing by the seat of my pants. I’m so much happier as an outliner. This way, however, I get the advantage of surprise elements in the story (from this first draft) and the outlined version with a plot that actually hangs together. So it’s not all bad.
And now that I have the sustenance of the legume version of a warm gingersnap in my belly, I can get cracking on this outline!