Thank God I like magazine writing. Every story sucks the life right out of me. I couldn't birth one of these things every day.
Exhausted right now. All adrenaline yesterday as the first great rush hit, I got the first 500 words and the pieces started to fit together.
But the inevitable turmoil this morning, and the pieces suddenly didn't want to squeeze into their stations, panic about having enough material as I started to fill some of it in. Fighting it much of the morning and afternoon.
And then it just passed again. A good idea came, and another and another, and pretty soon I whipped open a new document to just outline it all out. And it all fit! Every single piece. Except maybe one, and I'm not sure it needs to be in there, which is good because I don't think I have space for all of this, and it's a fascinating topic, but maybe it's kind of a different topic.
(Sorry this is all too general. Can't say too much about particulars till it comes out.)
I've got the first 1100 words done and a 970-word outline for the other 2000, so yeah, I'll never fit half of it in. But that's good. The best will stay, the lesser moments will go. I think I've got the real outline now, that will actually hold, plus a lot of the copy that goes with it. I'm in the home stretch now. Even though I've been on it off and on for three weeks, it all comes in a big rush at the end. But I feel like Keith Richards.
Lots more work to do fleshing it out and especially sharpening it, but that's my favorite part. Can't wait to have it all together.
And then start over again on another one.