It’s been a few years since I’ve written a trash draft. A draft zero. A ‘don’t worry about it you can fix it later’ draft. It’s fun but also awful because things don’t come out right. They come out with bad dialogue, no transitions, and mixed metaphors.
5,369 words down. 9,715 in the story draft but I’m only counting new words this month. If I take any scenes from a previous draft I’m not counting it unless I substantially rewrite them, which hasn’t happened so far. There are three repurposed scenes in these first 10,000 words and eight new ones. I’m trying not to think about how much I’m going to throw out when/if I decide to rewrite and edit this later.
I updated my Pinterest board for this story the other day. A 1953 gas station. A vintage photo booth picture of boys kissing. A black cat. A 1930 Ford Pickup. A 1940 Cadillac Series 62 Convertible. Bloody knuckles. A lake.
I wish stories could write themselves based on vibes.
I have the weekend to write and, with any luck, I’ll get ahead on my word count since I’ll be traveling next weekend.
With Love,
Natalie