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Progrep 32: POV Change

It’s strange rewriting the scenes from the old novel that I’m going to incorporate into Eyes on the Mountain. I’m retelling events from a new character’s point of view, and things look mighty different.

Progrep 31: Reading to Rip

I’m reading the old unpublished novel to determine which seams to rip and which bits to repurpose in Eyes on the Mountain.  It’s been decades since I looked at it, and I’m reacting differently now to the old characters; I’m liking ones I didn’t much, and I’m irritated by ones I used to find interesting.  That’s shaping my thinking about which of them will appear in Eyes.

There are two fourteen-year-olds I quite enjoy, and one cranky eighty-year-old woman whose point of view I appreciate now in ways I didn’t before.  But man, I really did a crap job on the villain; he’s over-the-top crazy unbelievable and is definitely not invited to the new novel.

Progrep 30: Write Night

I write in the morning. In the evening, I think about the written and to be written. But yesterday I wrote in the morning and in the evening. I accidentally tricked myself into it; I thought I was sitting down just to make a few notes. I ended up writing two short scenes.

That made for sweet dreams.

Progrep 29: And So Ends . . .

Maggie just said “To hell with it” and grabbed the deadly object.

Almost ready for Part Two now.

Progrep 28: Low Tech

The kids are waving brooms around to ward against invisible Weird Things.

Progrep 27: Question

Spencer asks, “So, are we thinking this is the normal sort of trauma a kid might suffer when his dad dies and his almost-uncle is an idiot?”

Progrep 26: When Worlds Collide

I’ve been thinking for a few days that events in the current novel dovetail with events in something I wrote years ago but never published.  I see clearly how to rip the heart out of the other text to feed this one’s growing wings.

Well, gentler:  I’ll herd the precious beasties aboard, aim for Beta, and hope we’re not hurtling toward doom.

Progrep 25: Picking Up Speed

Six pages this morning.  Things are clicking along.  The characters are trying to be brave, but it’s getting harder for them.  Weirdness is coming thick and fast.

Progrep 24: Brief Respite

I gave the widow and her two children a brief moment of peace at the end of their scene today.  That moment won’t last.  In the next scene, Kyle’s going to show her his drawing of the dead dog.

Progrep 23: Word Count

I hit 24,000 words today. Lots left to do, but I count that as progress.