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Rewriting: Step One

rewrite.gifAfter recovering from the weekend's festivities, I finally coated myself with sun block and jumped into the deep end of the Surefire rewrite. But I've yet to actually write anything. I don't know how ya'll work, but for me, this is how it's going:

1) I've reread almost half the manuscript, making copious notes, and marking the glaring errors that my eyes couldn't see a month ago.

 2) I've added chapter numbers, just to help correlate where I am in my notes. I don't normally write with chapter headings or titles, just breaks.

 3) Marked a calendar as I read, making notes of the time and day of each scene, just to make sure the continuity wasn't screwed up somewhere. (It was).

4) I went ahead and created a chapter matrix showing the characters coming in and out, looking for and finding the blank spots where I really wonked on a bit too long from scene to scene with the main characters. Usually because I was excited about what was unfolding at that point in the draft, and in retrospect I really needed to flow a couple of the secondary characters back in. Can't have my protagonist getting too comfy, now can I?

5) Noted where I needed more exposition in the dialogue-heavy sections and where I was uncomfortably light on character activity (booooring) in the expository-heavy sections.

6) Confirmed or corrected facts. How many passengers on a 737-200? (111) How many rooms does a certain hotel have (4,000). That kind of thing.

This is my mad, fumbling way or getting through it. Look familiar? Aside from adding a bottle of scotch, how do you go about it?



Hell reports freezing overnight temperatures.

Victory.jpg.jpgI know I'm supposed to be here working on the rewrite, but first things first. THE SEAHAWKS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL, BABY!

It was a sight to behold. From the painted faces and shaved heads, to the guy in the gorilla suit and the dead-on Jimmy Hendrix impersonator. Even the panhandlers and crackheads in Pioneer Square were decked out in Seahawk regalia.

We watched the game from across the street at a jam-packed FX McRory's, then snuck into Qwest Field just in time to see the fireworks go off and the shimmering confetti rain down as the awards presentation unfolded. We even went down to the field to mug the cameras with the rest of the yahoos behind the Fox Sports desk with Terry Bradshaw, Jimmy Johnson and crew. (Wow, these guys wear more make-up for the cameras than Tammy Faye).

Afterwards I did a fan interview on KPLU Radio then we hit Chinatown for some late-night dum sum. I ended the night with a fistful of Cohibas. Too bad I don't smoke. Anyone want a nice Cuban stogie?

As we were looking for tickets before the game. there was a guy holding up a sign that read "My soul for a ticket". I think he got his money's worth. 


Rewrite in Seattle

SeaTraffic.jpgI'm off to Seattle to catch the Seahawks and work on the rewrite. In case you've never been to the Emerald City, the password at the border is "I'll have a tall, skinny, iced half-caf caramel macchiato with fat-free whip."


A threesome every creative person fantasizes about


1) Doing cool work

2) Having fun

3) Making money

Any two in combination, and I can be somewhat happy. The goal of course is the magic trifecta. While avoiding the rut of one by itself where life is truly a miserable experience. In my advertising career, I get 2 and 3 consistently and sometimes more. (The problem with it also being a creative field is that I get to stay up late, like tonight putting a campaign to bed). On the writing side of life, I'm in the 1-2 combo. I'm digging the work, and having a great time. The filthy lucre will come later.

Where are you in your writing career? (Or your other job for that matter).