Day 2 and I woke up joyful today.
Joyful because it was such a wonderful thought that I could write and everyone was going to be mindful of that. That no one would disturb me, no one would interrupt me, no one would think to themselves “She is free – let’s get a hold of her.”
Also annoyance because my article was overdue and I needed to get it done so I knuckled down to do that while battling my ear going strange again. I made a mental note to see my doctor as soon as I get back to Melbourne.
I figured out the A/C and I had a warm room. I counted the planes flying overhead as I came to grips with the intricacies of biomaterials. I counted the loud noises from some of the neighbouring properties. But I also counted the silence until I ran out of real numbers.
Eventually, Nikki came to see how I was and I sent off the article and joined them for cheese and crackers.
“How did you go?” they asked.
“I worked on an article. I haven’t started yet but it has been sitting in my brain.” I say.
They laugh. “You were in there all the day – we thought you must have been writing away.” I laugh. We talk about pets, the other two have dogs. I tell them about Melon/Lemon/Rooby Roo who has more names than energy which is saying a lot because she is very energetic.
The other two are early birds so we leave before eight pm for them to get to bed while I come back to the cabin to find a missed call from my mother. I message back” “What’s up?” My sister replies: “It’s talking time right now isn’t it?”
Varuna has a rule about no mobile phones and calls before 6 pm so everyone has silence to write in. I message back: “Not KSP but yes, I am writing.” It makes me happy to think that they have thought about not interrupting me.
I make noodles for dinner. The bean thread noodles sit in cold water and I cut tomatoes, tofu and spring onions into them and open a tin of mushrooms and a packet of smoked chicken. I forget about dinner and write for a bit and then eat and write. Finally it’s ten pm and I stop near the end of a scene and call my mother and sister. They play around, setting up my mother’s tablet and passing on gossip and asking how it is going. My mother, particularly, is keen.
“So it is going ok?”
“I think so. Today was good.”
“It is flowing?”
“So far yes. I am hoping to continues to flow tomorrow too and the next few days. I am not worrying about how it all works and if it makes sense right now.”
I tell them and my Whatsapp group of friends that I have realised that the villain is someone else after all. And then I write a scene from the villain’s point of view which may turn out to be a problem. It’s a crime fiction story – surely this gives the story away? Not for the first time do I wonder if I know how to write a story.
I realise that a crime fiction story really has two plots – the one of how the villain comes to and actually does commit the crime and then the one of how the detective finds out what has happened.
I look at my handwritten scenes and start typing them up into yWriter6. I have smashed my Day 2 goal of 1,666 words in just about two hours. If I actually had had the entire day for day 2 I might have written even more. I now, with the words I wrote before the fellowship started, have 4631 words.
I decide to write my way overdue blog posts about Day 1 and Day 2 and in looking for pictures find that there is a cat on the premises somewhere. Nikki briefly mentioned this tonight and both she and Alison have allergies to cats. Where is this cat if it isn’t heading towards me in Phillips cabin? I will have to look for it tomorrow. I sit in the comfiest armchair known to man and type out the blog posts. My ear is really acting up now.
FINAL DAY 2 WORD COUNT: 1947 words.
SMALL ACTS OF KINDNESS: The writers including me and calling me out for dinner and a chat.
CAT APPEARANCES: 0 which is unforgivable. Where is this cat? What is its name?
CUPS OF TEA: THE ENTIRE KETTLE OK?
THINGS LEARNED: There are two plotlines in a crime fic novel – one for the villain and one for the detective.