The problem with writing the draft of a sequel when you’re also going over the first pass pages of the first book, is that the draft starts looking crappier as you go.
Or at least, that’s what I’m finding, anyway.
And yes, the rational part of my brain continues to insist that the original draft for BoD wasn’t that great either, but memories have a way of being a bit hazy, especially when the brain is confronted by the finished product.
And it’s probably not fair to compare the polished and edited piece of something that’s close to going to print with the sometimes rambly and random sentences that are attempting to make up a solid second story – one that seems to be changing as I go.
But, deadlines are deadlines. I’ve managed to write about 40k in the last few weeks, and I’ve got about 30k left to go. In a way, I’m eager to get it over with, just so that I can go back and make it *good*. No time to go back and do much more than leave myself notes in the margins about how I want to change things. (And at least two chapters in the middle make pretty much NO sense. At all. Abby has a knife. Then I decided she lost it. Then she has it again.) Such is the life of being a pantster.
The sad thing is I’m not even sure those two chapters even need to be there. In either case, I’ve decided it’s not even worth fretting about until I’ve got that finished draft printed out and ready to go. By the time I get to the end, that knife may well be the most important bit in the story.
Or maybe not.
Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.