Morning. 3 degrees, gray, a skiff of snow on the ground with more predicted. Wind is coming in from the north at about 15 mph. Now it looks like January instead of October.
Yep. Went to the library, reserved one of the private rooms, and spent a solid 2.5 hours putting notes, narrative, and dialog into a semblance of order. Changed my mind about some sequences of events, prominence of a secondary story. Since I have to go out again to day anyway, I'll spend another couple of hours in the library and see if I can't finish the reordering. This is one of those brainbreaking parts of writing. I'm always glad to get beyond this point, though I kinda like doing it once I break through my natural inertia. Once this is done, I can print out the manuscript and get on with Draft III, which is when things really start unfolding. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens.
