Is this progress?
I find I have had great success writing crabbed notes on scraps of index cards, though. The notes mean I don’t need to write things chronologically, which is a chore.
It’s good to have two ways to be productive. On left-brain days I outline, or right-brain days I write. I don’t even see how people could sit down and start writing, without sketching it in first. That would be like painting a painting, and painting the bottom left corner in full detail and leaving the rest blank. Just .... how could you even do it?
I’m slewing crap on the page with a broad brush. And all I write is the dialog - that way I don’t have to deal with tapping in to the narrator’s emotional pain. That’s later. I think what I’ll have at the end of this is a plot synopsis, all in dialog. Sadly, I’ll already have to gut it, because I have written 20k awkward words now, and that puts me at half the words for the age I want.
Then a round later for description, and another for making the dialog distinctive, and then characterization, then reaction and emotion, then a vital one for subtlety, to de-telenovela, and then each one again, and then again one last time.
I wonder if it’s like painting in that the last twenty minutes , when you do the details, is the most fun, when it comes alive. I hope the book isn’t like the block peonies, in which I plan and do the easy stuff and then give up when it gets hard and is ugly.