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1 February 2020 Today's Recap

Quick recap of today.  I wrote 2000 words.  My goal still remains 3000 words on Saturdays.  But I’m making good progress.  The last 300 words may be cut but gave me ideas of what to write.  I’m at 7,300 words and the goal is to get to 36,000 words.
I didn’t write the end sequence.  I wrote some confusing scenes as I was trying to describe a couple of characters using their sonar abilities.  There was exposition.  In Sci-Fi there is going to be a fair amount of exposition.  Even with the Hugo award winning writers.  Sometimes you need to tell to do some world building and ground the reader.  It’s how you go about it.  Most of my favorite authors do a lot of telling.  Neil Gaiman, John le Carré.  Many Sci-Fi writers do have ‘was’ in their sentences.  Does it really diminish the story, in my opinion: no.  I enjoy reading Neil Gaiman.  I enjoy reading Paul Cornell.  I enjoy reading Seanan McGuire.  And if they read their material at a writing school or a writer’s workshop or a critique group, their work would be torn apart if no one knew who they are.  And yet they are published and loved.  So what I’m saying is, know the rules and then write story the way you want to present it.
I walked 17,300 steps today.  I bought new boots.  I finished listening to Agent Running in the Field.  I enjoyed it.  It got a lot of bad reviews because le Carré ‘trashed’ the president and Brexit.  More like spoke a truth about bad situation situations.  I started to watch Sabrina.

So tomorrow, I will try to get more done on my project.  I think once I get enough experience, the projects after will get a bit easier.  I think I like the idea of tent poling writing, where you write the important scenes first and then fill in the gaps.  So we’ll see what tomorrow brings.

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