fiat_knox | Sense of Purpose

There are days when I have felt, well, despair. I'm single, unworking and have very little in the way of the sort of social contacts I'm going to need to get my book published.

Today's not one of those days.

This afternoon, I spent probably the most productive 90 minutes of my life, working on the next chapter of The Fourth Rewrite. I now have three chapters and an Overture, and this fourth one on the way - enough to start asking around, see if there are people who will take me on, publish my book. If I think of each Chapter as a Scene, then together, they comprise a single Act, one book long. I've always known that this story will take at least three Acts to complete: but with this Rewrite, I'm actually making this happen, with one complete part of the story taking up a single book / Act, allowing me to focus on the people and their relationships, and giving me the space to lay out the setting of this first Act in all its glory.

I intend to continue writing this story, and get Act 1 completed and the first stab at Act 2 on disk before I start asking around for advice on getting Act 1 published. I'd like to have a good, solid body of writing first, each chapter blessed with a large page count, before I start putting out those feelers to the industry. I haven't felt as confident with previous Rewrites as I have with my first draft. This Fourth Rewrite is the one. I can feel it.

Anyway, it's all moving along now, quite nicely. It was sad to kill off one of the characters I'd created so early in the tale; but it's a necessary, fated death, and so it turns out to be a good one. And that's all I'm going to say about it for now.

Earlier on today, then, I found myself walking home, in the dark, listening to the silence in the trees, feeling the winter cold lowering over everything like a shroud.

I haven't felt so alive in ages.