Writing The Co-operative
Jul. 13th, 2013 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sealieSo I was interested to track how writing changed from preliminary concept to posting. So I changed the colour of a section of text, and when it was edited/modified as I worked on The Co-operative, I made a record of the change(s). I don’t know if other peeps are interested but this is how a section of text from chapter 68 evolved over time.
First thoughts: normally not on a computer – scribbles on whatever is to hand, from back of post-its to old recipes.
[how long is this going to last] [not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell] grey windows[relatively small stromcell, it will run out of gas]
Initial tidy up.
“How long is this going to last?”
“Not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve glanced at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
First read and revision.
“How long is this going to last?” Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve glanced at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
Then the tweaking starts:
“How long is this going to last?”
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window, revealing a grey world beyond.
“Not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve glanced at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
“How long is this going to last?” Danny asked.
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess. It wasn’t forecasted -- so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve squinted at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
“How long is this going to last?” Danny asked glancing to the window on his left.
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess. It wasn’t forecasted -- so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve squinted at the grey nothingness beyond the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
Springwoof added her twopennyworth (can you spot the edit?)
“How long is this going to last?” Danny asked, glancing to the window on his right.
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess. It wasn’t forecasted -- so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve squinted at the grey nothingness beyond the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
First thoughts: normally not on a computer – scribbles on whatever is to hand, from back of post-its to old recipes.
[how long is this going to last] [not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell] grey windows[relatively small stromcell, it will run out of gas]
Initial tidy up.
“How long is this going to last?”
“Not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve glanced at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
First read and revision.
“How long is this going to last?” Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve glanced at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
Then the tweaking starts:
“How long is this going to last?”
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window, revealing a grey world beyond.
“Not long, I guess, it wasn’t forecasted so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve glanced at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
“How long is this going to last?” Danny asked.
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess. It wasn’t forecasted -- so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve squinted at the grey nothingness outside the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
“How long is this going to last?” Danny asked glancing to the window on his left.
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess. It wasn’t forecasted -- so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve squinted at the grey nothingness beyond the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
Springwoof added her twopennyworth (can you spot the edit?)
“How long is this going to last?” Danny asked, glancing to the window on his right.
“Hmmm?” Steve munched, and swallowed.
Danny brushed his hand over the condensation masked window.
“Not long, I guess. It wasn’t forecasted -- so I figure it’s a small storm cell.” Steve squinted at the grey nothingness beyond the windows. “Relatively small storm cell; it will run out of gas.”
