First, it was the SYNOPSIS.
Baby girl came up this morning but then proceeded to sleep, loudly. Congested or not, she was breathing so deeply and we just couldn’t sleep anymore. Hubbie and I got up, leaving her sleeping alone in our bed, and went to have breakfast.
She was still sleeping after that, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to spend time doing what I hadn’t been doing for the LONGEST TIME… which was working on my novel. I was due to submit a synopsis of it at midnight tonight for my recent course, and I hadn’t really started.
So off to work I went.
As I looked for plot points and complications, the turning points and climax, I realised something… I had forgotten a lot. When something is amassing 97,000 words, you can understand that some things may be forgotten… and every time I have gone to re-edit, I have generally read the first few chapters, before getting distracted for a while, and then coming back to it… only to start at the beginning AGAIN.
And also, I finished writing this novel, let’s see…. sometime in 2012. That’s a whole 7 years. A LOT can be forgotten in that time.
And I had. Forgotten a lot. I had to bring up my original manuscript, pour over sections, and something became very clear, very quickly.
I really liked it.
I know that is a massive breach of what you are allowed to say as a creative person! You are meant to say things like –
“oh, that old thing.”
“Yeah, it’s ok (hair flip) I could’ve have done better.”
“It is a piece of shit,” (with a hyena-type laugh because you’ve just scored yourself a major contract).
But I found myself more times than not, reading things over even when I didn’t have to.
I was re-discovering my story. I was finding twists and surprises I had put in there long ago, and I was pleasantly surprised I had managed to do that, even before my online writing courses had been a glimmer of a thought.
Clearly I still have a lot of work in front of me. But I felt the structure, was pretty good. The premise, was entertaining enough.
I liked my characters.
I liked my overall meaning.
I liked my ending.
I was proud of myself.
(Pat on the back :))
So I sat there, in my pjs ’til about 1pm (baby girl did come down and I did stop to give her breakfast) at the laptop, pouring over my novel and expelling more of my soul into the synopsis than I even thought possible.
I planted the synopsis.
And then I planted the SEEDS.
Or should I say bulbs. Tulip bulbs. And before I have gardeners sending me angry emails of “how dare you plant in Winter,” be assured I FORGOT to plant the bulbs in Autumn, I really did.
After the tulips I got from the Tulip festival last year had their run and their petals fell off, I did as recommended and gathered the bulbs and put them in a plastic bag, to lay dormant over the year so that they could be re-planted the next.
Sure, I missed Autumn. But I read somewhere that these flowers were hardy AS. They could handle almost anything. I was urged to try regardless, and so today we finally took them out of the bag…
And shock horror… they had SPROUTED!
In the bag! It gave me hope! If they could sprout in the bag, imagine what they could do in SOIL????
We covered the 8 bulbs we had and fertilised and watered them, and then I told baby girl and Hubbie we all had to send it lovely positive thoughts.
It is in a pot outside the room where I sit and write. So hopefully sometime in Spring, I will be reaping the fruits of both my SYNOPSES and SEEDS labours….