I’m far from home, staying at a buddy’s house by the beach, writing. Shoved two screenplays much further down the line. Got a draft done of a children’s novel. It’s been productivie, but at the cost of a few brain cells because I do not have a printer.
And I have suffered for it, I have to tell you.
I keep finding more reasons to shout out that you need to print your work. This week, I found another.
I came down here with a very very very rough assemblage of scenes for the novel. I had a hard copy of that mess. I went through it and did a re-ordering, re-numbering each scene on paper and then plugging that bunch of decisions back into the computer. So, then I had, in theory, the correct stuff in the correct order. Time to read it and clean it up and do a bit of a language-polish.
Having the ms. in the computer was nice for trimming stuff, because you take a line out and you see the page withouth the offending line, and you can instantly know if it’s an improvement.
What DOESN’T work, and this came up a lot, was when the scene itself needed re-ordering or heavy story editing. Two scenes, written at separate times, one above the other in the computer, became unshirted hell to deal with. My tiny brain is not strong enough to look at pieces that I can’t even see and figure out how to shuffle them into the perfect smooth order. I wept for a hard copy. It would have taken five minutes with a red pen… come up with an order for the parts, do it, print it, mark it up, re-order them in the computer, print it again. Presto!
Otherwise it was agony. Agony, I tell you.