I have 47 3x5 cards on a table behind me, on which I have chronicled every scene of my new novel.
You know, the one I shelved because I wanted to be a serious writer so I jumped into doing a play?
Well, the play is shelved, for now.
Instead, I've returned to the novel, of which I have written 298 pages, or 68,281 words.
I put the index cards together in order to straighten myself out with the story. You have to understand, I haven't worked on it for a few months. Shifting gears for me is difficult.
I reread what I've written so far and I think it's a really good story. The writing, meanwhile, needs work. But isn't that the fun of writing?
This morning I pick up at page 298 and start to chisel 10 pages a day out of the story.
Ten a day for a month. That's my goal.