I woke up with a brand new story in my head this morning. While That Man watched the Chiefs lose, I jotted the whole thing start to end on about 40 notecards.
It is *far* from anything I’ve written. Even riskier than Letters and ANTs and that’s saying something. I hope I get to write it, and soon. The working title is Mei Bellus Equus.
Despite the temptation, I returned to Revision Hell this evening. I shuffled the next few scenes around in my daysheet, edited the next section in Jaid’s POV, and pasted in the new scene in Quinn’s POV that I wrote yesterday after some light polishing. The story is up to 97 pages now and I’m ready for a new scene in Tara’s POV tomorrow morning. So about 25% finished, I’m guessing.
The bad news: I’m pretty much out of scenes in my daysheet. I need to sit down and really grind out the proper scene order but I need uninterrupted time to concentrate, which is few and far between. I guess maybe I should have done that yesterday, but I was too eager to write that new scene. It ended up pretty horrible–in a good way–too.