Too Much

I have too much.

I have several different versions of documents (draft 1, draft 2, draft 3 starts after the party that is in the blue notebook), text files, abiword documents. Somethings are saved privately on livejournal.

Some of is written out in a notebook. Some of that is even typed on pages that were printed out and stuck in the middle of my notebook at what is likely their corresponding spots.

Man what a mess. I have three novels in various states. One, some portion through it. A second, this conjumbled mess of things everywhere. A third that is mostly outline notes only in my notebook. Probably some printed pages to go with that.

That’s just novels. I’m not even sure I want to look into the short story folders. Though fortunately all short story stuff is typed up. None of that floating around notebooks. Can thank Liberty Hall for that, they’re responsible for the bulk of my short story work, and it’s all be done at a PC.

It’s driving me nuts. I need to organize this all, somehow.

Everyone has Dreams

I’ve started reading Storytellers Unplugged. It’s a great blog by a lot of different writers. They have a lot of great tips there. On the 30th, Alma Alexander had a great post called Second Fiddle.

Which falls in line with things I’ve been thinking lately. Everyone has dreams, hopes, goals, desires. The janitor. The guard. The stablehand. The intergallactic a/c repair guy. These people are more than the sum of the tasks that we asign them. While not everyone can be center stage, they can do more than just assist the protag with getting to his/her final goal. This is something I’ve been trying to keep in mind in my own writing.