So, sometime on Sunday I started writing this post for today, right? And it was all about how I had somehow, against all odds, whittled down my Unresolved Shit Deemed Too Much Work To Deal With The First Time Around revision list to one last item.
I went on to tell you, gentle readers, that this one last item was the M.J. Fifield of items (Translation: Difficult, and Needlessly So.). It was something I had been putting off and putting off the entire time I've been marooned here on Revision Island because it was something for which I just didn't have a solution.
See, I had this one character whose arc somehow went all wonky. Seriously, while doing my initial read-through, I was all, "Did I write this? Was I on drugs when I wrote this? This isn't going to work. Why did I ever think this would work?"
So fixing the arc went onto the revision list. Where I proceeded to ignore it because—again—I didn't know how to fix it.
Toward the end of last week, when I started to accept that this item could be put off no longer, I started making pages and pages of notes, and brainstormed solutions with my trusty beta reader/brother (Wait...should I have put 'brother' first?), but nothing felt quite right, so I wrote this post about how my goal for this coming week was to solve this one last problem so I could get the hell off of Revision Island (you know, at least until my entire flotilla of beta readers have a crack at the story and send me back there to fix more things.)
So, I pre-wrote and scheduled this post, right? It was done sometime Sunday afternoon. Anyway, following the writing and scheduling and publishing of this post, I stayed up late last night, making more notes and more plans without actually getting anywhere, and shortly after 1am, I decided to call it a night. Live to fight/write another day, you know?
Then it happened.
I had been in bed for probably about thirty-freaking-seconds when my brain—who, for the past 90-freaking-days has been all, "I don't know, man, that problem seems pretty unfixable. Why don't you think about donuts and cupcakes instead?"—was suddenly all, "Hey, here's the entirely-simple-solution-you'll-be-kicking-yourself-over-for-the-next-week-for-not-thinking-of-it-sooner answer to your problem!"
(My brain is gigantic jerk. It's also way too into hyphenating words to create ridiculous adjectives. But that's another post for another day, maybe.)
Needless to say, I sat up and furiously scribbled down notes in my handy-dandy notebook that I keep on my bedside table at all times.
The Man, by the way, is always thrilled when these late night/early morning epiphanies happen, and I scramble around to find my book light and my pen and the proper page within the handy-dandy notebook (That's a reference to the children's show Blue's Clues, in case you didn't know.) on which to record this brilliant epiphany. It's not disruptive at all. (Translation: it's incredibly disruptive.)
So I thought that would be the end of it—I had the epiphany, it was properly noted in the handy-dandy notebook—I could at last go to sleep.
I didn't. Instead, I got out of bed after my entirely restful 30 seconds of not sleeping, and returned to my office and went to work implementing The Plan.
I'm pleased to report that it's been almost three hours now, and I think that The Plan still holds up.
In fact, it's holding up so well that I felt the need to completely rewrite this post at 4:30 in the morning because I no longer have the big problem I had when I originally wrote this post just twelve hours earlier.
It's not even really feeling like a problem anymore. All I have to do now is go back through a few scenes and do a few touch-ups here and there. Surely, I can accomplish that before the end of the week (and bonus points to anyone who makes an Airplane! reference in the comments!).
I may be getting off this island after all!
I just may need to take a brief nap first.
What's on your agenda this week? Ever have one of those late-night writing epiphanies?