Isn't it amazing how you keep discovering things about yourself no matter how old you are?
I told Nan the other day that I was going to make an attempt to write straight through without going back and changing things every time a plot point jumped into the road in front of me. It would make me faster. More efficient. The story would probably be more cohesive if I did all those changes at once. Other than going over yesterday's work when I started each day, I wasn't going to go back.
Straight through. Right.
It lasted less than 24 hours. A change in plot--minor, not major--made that leap into the road and before I knew it I was back in Chapter One. Tightening. Nipping. Tucking. Adding. Subtracting. Chuckling here and there. Taking out extra words and slipping some in that add a little poetry to the prose.
With an explosive sigh no one heard but me, I gave in. So this is what I've been doing. I won't get many words today or tomorrow because of all that fixing.
I'm okay with it. Wow, did you hear that? Did you hear me admit I'm okay with a habit I've been trying to break for 20 years? And the reason I'm okay with it is--well, there's more than one, but the first reason is that I end up with a cleaner first draft. Number two, I won't forget things or have to make sense of my system of taking notes, which involves sticky notes, emails to myself, and comments made to friends that I expect them to remember.
The third and final reason is the best one, one I should have realized before. When I go back into a story, oiling its nuts and bolts, I am reminded of why I'm writing it in the first place (other than the contract, I mean). If I've gotten a little bored with it--an embarrassing thing to admit, but true--I'm reminded of how much I love both the story and the people who are telling it to me.
So, no, I'm not going to try to write straight through. Because it's not going to work for me. How about you? What's your method?
Have a great week.