The thing about notebooking is that it's so frakking easy to lose the notebook. Especially me.
I'm still mad at myself for losing the notebook which held in it the second part to The Eyes of Love
, which is part of the reason why I still haven't gone on to reconstruct it and/or write a totally new second half.
Anyway, I was in a Borders Express in the mall the other night, and they had a 90% shelf.
Ninety frakking percent. (I seem to be using the word "frakking" a lot tonight.) As in, move the decimal place one place to the left and you get the new price.
Over the course of three different purchases, I spent nearly twenty dollars on almost two hundred dollars worth of books. They were mostly various "classics" for about a half-dollar each after discounts, although I did pick up Deathly Hallows
for $3.50 (I have audiobooks, from undisclosed sources, of 1-6, but not 7), and a few other random books:( new books! )
It says "random books," but they're really the 16 books I bought the other day (although admittedly, it's a pretty random bunch even for so many of them being "classics"); I played with the code to change the content, but I'm not sure how to change the header.
But where I'm going with all this is, after the first of my three purchases, I found myself bringing my bag of brand new classics (well, you know what I mean) back to my car . . . and realized I wasn't carrying my notebook.
So I went to the bench where I had actually been doing the notebooking, and it wasn't there. And I glanced in the bookstore as I passed it in the mall and looked at the 90% off shelf. 'Twasn't there.
Which meant I was going to have to ask the cashier and--hello, social anxiety.
But I mustered my courage and went in, and they had my notebook, which is good because otherwise 44 handwritten pages (well, less than that, some of them were written in the mall after
that exchange) of what is supposed to be Riley/Cameron would have joined the conclusion of "The Eyes of Love" in oblivion.
Yes, I said what is supposed
to be Riley/Cameron. It isn't, or at least not yet, although I still hold out hope. The thing I've found that I like notebooking is that I'm not rushing to the conclusion so I can have a whole story completed and can posted, that I can take my time, let the story linger. There's no rush; I can take it slow, letting the characters do what they need to do naturally and organically. This allowed The Art of the Possible
, which I notebooked last semester, to grow to be, at around 7,000 words, my third-longest completed story, after School of Lost Souls
and of course my novella Divine Interventions
, both relatively recent works. I think that added length helped me add substance I wouldn't have been able to if it had been 1,000 words, even if I didn't always quite know where I was going with it as I wrote it.
The frustrating thing about notebooking is that I can take it slow, letting the characters do what they need to do naturally and organically. I've written 44 pages and Riley has only just admitted to herself that maybe she finds Cameron hot. I swear, if they don't start having sex by the end of the scene I'm currently on, I;m not letting them out of the room until they do. John and Riley, on the other hand, have done wonders towards repairing their relationship, and I don't even particularly like that pairing. Oh, well. I am hoping to get it to John/Riley/Cameron eventually.