I'm suffering a NIP slip. Should we call it a writing malfunction?
I've decided that today I'll address it during the writing day.
First, I dressed for the occasion.
Semi-spring is here. Meteorlogical spring has sprung. The calendar, being a static creature, pretends not to notice.
Semi-spring weather requires semi-spring clothing for the walk. It rained all night. Rain clouds loiter, unwilling to let the party end. Sunshine struggles through, blinking and shying back against its own brilliance.
Jeans it is, with a shirt and shoes, just as though winter remains in power. Enabled by our temperature climes with its limited range of movement, I wear jeans every season except summer, when the uniform becomes shorts. A pen is inserted into my shirt pocket. Money is added. Identification. A French blue fleece zip up is selected for the final layer, compromise between the seasonal factions. Enough sunshine is present that sunglasses are donned.
Off we go with computer in hand, the many individuals within me all eager for face time. Phantom writing is done on the synopsis, short story, the sequel in progress and - well, those other scenes. At the Beanery, I set up my accessories.
Now to the NIP slip. I have a novel being prepped for submission. There is a second in progress, a sequel to the first novel, which is being prepped for submission. I shall call the sequel the SIP to the CN - the sequel in progress to the completed novel.
As I worked on the CP synopsis and WIP scenes, I discovered some matters that the Writer felt should be in the CP. But the CP is in first person, I argued with him. Yes, but the SIP is being told in first and third so elaborate on that problem, please.
No, the problem is psychological. The CP was declared finished and prepped to shop. Now I was declaring a retrograde motion: if I add scenes to the CP, it becomes a NIP - a novel in progress.
Yes, but I really like these scenes the Writer found. I don't know where he came up with them. They were apparently there all the time but everyone failed to notice them.
Reluctantly, I agree with him, they should be added. A story is being told. It was told solely via first person. Now there are scenes from others point of view that add complexity.
I'm a sucker for complexity.
So the novel is relegated to NIP once again.
It does makes sense when I change my focus from the completed novel, as written, to the overall story being told. I told Randy's part of this adventure but the writer discovered several other adventures in parallel. My parallel worry is that the novel never becomes finished because there are always scenes to be added. Yes, that's a bona fide worry. I have a poor track record of finishing and submitting novels. I finish them but then move on.
Now I've worked out my angst and rationalized my decision. The CP is a NIP. There is no NIP slip. There may be more work required, scenes to be added, others to be modified to ensure there's a smooth progress but there's no slip. It's all progress, even when it seems I've slipped and must go back a step.
It is my fervent hope that someday all these manuscripts, characters and stories are finalized enough that others can share in the craziness. I love exploring these stories. I get such joy from things like a character mocking people's impression of reality. He notes that people think they know what's going on but there is so much they don't see and know. It's happening beside them but they're unaware. That doesn't scare him because he's not a person that becomes scared. There are things that must be done. He's endured and mastered pain, and he's not sure how death fits into reality and existence. Some people die but then they don't seem to be dead. (No, they are not zombies.) But knowing that others don't know what they think they know, he knows he may not know what he thinks he knows. As he says, the true sun on Earth always rises in the East and sets in the West, but there are more suns besides the true sun. There is not one thing that he is completely certain about.
That tends to jade a person.
He wonders if there is a true earth and false earths.
He isn't sure but he knows that if enough people believe, a mass reality takes root. Smaller mass realities cause problems when they're at odd with the true earth's reality. That's what he was exploring, why he came to be in the story.
See, it's this kind of thinking that keeps me up sipping wine late at night. It's a secret compartment, where only the Writer, characters and I go. A private club.
Time to write like crazy.
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