Day 18: Goodie Proctor's still searching for a title
so i wrote yesterday (as promised).
3,333 words, though about 3,000 of those are "cheated". i'm stealing wholesale from extant documentation and in this case i'm starting with Reverend Razor to kick the thing off ~ and you know how preachers can go on, even in spite of cutting about 500 words from his sermon. i will have to cut more, though i kinda wish i didn't have to. as it is i cut a whole lengthy tirade against the evils of theatre-going (which is almot hilarious in the midst of an otherwise focused sermon). it's weirdness like that which make the story, i think, but i also don't want to get bogged down in every detail and bit of minutiae to the point of dragging the story endlessly. after all, this isn't "history"; it's supposed to be fiction.
so really, it sounds like i did a lot, but i only threw together a preliminary scene which i'm actually not wildly fond of. and good golly, you'd think i would be able to come up with a better Irish name than Patrick Michael Flannery (blech ~ that's got to go). i really wasn't trying to go so Irish Catholic with the opening event; it just sorta went that way of its own accord.
i also wrote the scene in present tense, which i think might be a mistake. in fact, i'm pretty sure it is. so that will have to be undone.
and i don't like the Gracious Lick for a title. part of me wants to keep Mr. Poppet as the main character in which case his relationship with the dog would make the title make more evident sense, but part of me also knows that we're going to end up spending more time with Mr. Hanty and the Chammy and the unholy trio of Burn, Bing, and Bolt, which is going to diffuse the whole dog thing.
some goodies i came across last night:
much to do today.
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so i wrote yesterday (as promised).
3,333 words, though about 3,000 of those are "cheated". i'm stealing wholesale from extant documentation and in this case i'm starting with Reverend Razor to kick the thing off ~ and you know how preachers can go on, even in spite of cutting about 500 words from his sermon. i will have to cut more, though i kinda wish i didn't have to. as it is i cut a whole lengthy tirade against the evils of theatre-going (which is almot hilarious in the midst of an otherwise focused sermon). it's weirdness like that which make the story, i think, but i also don't want to get bogged down in every detail and bit of minutiae to the point of dragging the story endlessly. after all, this isn't "history"; it's supposed to be fiction.
so really, it sounds like i did a lot, but i only threw together a preliminary scene which i'm actually not wildly fond of. and good golly, you'd think i would be able to come up with a better Irish name than Patrick Michael Flannery (blech ~ that's got to go). i really wasn't trying to go so Irish Catholic with the opening event; it just sorta went that way of its own accord.
i also wrote the scene in present tense, which i think might be a mistake. in fact, i'm pretty sure it is. so that will have to be undone.
and i don't like the Gracious Lick for a title. part of me wants to keep Mr. Poppet as the main character in which case his relationship with the dog would make the title make more evident sense, but part of me also knows that we're going to end up spending more time with Mr. Hanty and the Chammy and the unholy trio of Burn, Bing, and Bolt, which is going to diffuse the whole dog thing.
some goodies i came across last night:
Kat hated the whole sham, voted against every bad thing. he also didn't like his police escort and how his neighbors complained of it. i like Kat (let's hear it for the german contingent!).i'm having pizza for breakfast.
Bolt was a paranoid freak who wanted to hang the whole of the Southern government. The night of the murder, he was in Charleston, raising the flag over fort sumter. i didn't know this ~ how ironic.
and the best one: Bolt and Burn were on the Milligan case prior to being called to Washinton (no way!) when they went back to decide it, Reverdy went up against them (way!). this time, Reverdy won (man, you just can't make up an epilogue like that).[of course, anthony hopkins would play Reverdy in the film version and he'd be all wise and gruff (a la john q. adams in Amistad) and he'd pass on pearls to Poppet, who would be totally disappointed in his withdrawl from the contest, but later see the wisdom in it (a so grasshopper). oooo the inherent drammer].
much to do today.
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