A: At a crossroads.
Today I finished writing (in longhand in my ideally sized Dollarama notebooks – dear G-d, what will I do if Dollarama stops stocking these sizes of notebooks? They already raised the price on them from $1.50 to $2.00; what if they become too expensive for Dollarama to produce? What if an emerging worker class in China demands better conditions in their Dollarama factories causing the whole Dollarama empire to collapse and I lose my notebooks for the good of humanity overall?) everything I had written down to do in my previous plan. It left me at what I think of in my head as the End of Book One.
Except now I am starting to realize that to have an End of Book One, one needs to have, at least, a Beginning of Book Two, followed by a Middle of Book Two, and, ideally, an End of Book Two. So now I’m wondering if instead there is some neat-o way I can spend another ten thousand words and wrap everything up instead. You know, if I could figure out a neat-o way to spend another ten thousand words and wrap everything up. My plan only got me to the End of Book One and now I’m stumped. I don’t know if I have the fantasy-world chops to go into the world of the faeries; I’ve sort of stayed near the surface but kept us here in my thinly veiled Maritime small town and put faeries there. Maybe now I have to put my thinly veiled Maritime town in the faerie world instead?
I have to type up what’s left in my notebook, probably about five thousand more words. Then I have to get an idea. Or not. I could just abandon this and go do something else and hope, left in the recesses of my mind, a Beginning of Book Two somehow presents itself to me in that hazy area between being asleep and waking up.
I also hate typing. My notebook is just sitting next to me, laughing at all the words I have to get from it and onto my computer. Maybe I’ll look into some sort of voice transcribing software. Anything to mean I don’t have to spend the next two days bribing and tricking myself into typing something up.