Progress Report: Onward

[nepenthe]

Don’t ask me about my job search. It is not resulting in anything. Not giving up. I’m going to pretty myself up and appear at some places I applied to this afternoon and say, “Hey, I applied. I know you at least were hiring. I am totes interested and proactive, consider me!”.

 

My novel outline is complete, along with a beat sheet. I keep staring at it as the marvel it is: not a clever idea, not a PWP, but a real, live roadmap to what might pass as a book.

 

There is a lot to do. O man, o man. There is so much to do and look at all I’ve done!  It’s a four-page, fairly detailed Outline. I’ve done just about everything on page one and a little of page two.  Yet it’s been almost a year working on this (8-ish months?). I should be much further along than I am if I’m any hope of finishing the first draft. Again, I just have to remember:  it doesn’t have to be good, it has to be done.

 

Now to set complete-scenes-by dates. This is terrifying. No more languishing, no more pacing my room (who am I kidding?) well, at least less procrastinating. More doing. More job application. Digging myself out of this mire I've been in for years.