Our fine distinction this evening is “assume” versus “presume.” A pretty clear distinction here, I think!
“Assume” means to suppose without proof.
“Presume” means to do the same, but with confidence and authority.
So, both mean to take something as fact without proof, but the former is to do so without any evidence, while the latter is done with some good evidence and reasoning that the presumption is true.
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Dare I say…the outlining is going well? I think so? I’m making progress, anyway, having good ideas. Still a ways off, but I am getting there. I think already my 3 act structure is coming along. Still working on the “surprises,” which is to say, the things about the story that you’re only going to get by reading Drake’s first-hand account. Otherwise, what’s the point right? This novella (let’s be real, it’s going to be a whole-ass ‘novel’) is covering a story we’ve already chronicled to a large degree, or at least a general degree…so I’m left with the novelty of specifics, and I need to make sure those specifics have enough surprise and intrigue in them to make it worth reading this detailed account. That is my challenge.
It’s coming along.
I’ve written six novels. This will be my seventh. That is…kinda wild. Really wild. I should add up how many words that is. I think I’m getting close to my “million.” My 10,000 hours. Well, okay, not the latter. I think I’m probably halfway through those 10,000…but I’m getting there!
I just did some quick calculations: halfway on the 10,000 hours. Probably shy, even, of that. If I stick to my schedule of 20 hours a week for an entire year, that’s only just over 1,000 hours in a year, and I’ve only been writing that much for about the past…two years? Three? Before that, I think it was about half that, maybe even less, and I did that for four or five years. So, yeah. I’m probably around 5,000 hours in my writing journey so far. This version of it, anyway. I did a few years of screenwriting there, too.
Annnyyywho. It’s starting to come together, I’d say. I’m feeling confident. A bit more. Not a ton. But a bit. I can tell a story. I know that, now. A floor has been set. Now it’s about building higher.
It was misty mountain majesty this morning. I loooooved it. And then warm during the day, but not hot. It’s honestly been absolutely gorgeous out so far this fall, which is very very weird. It’s usually nasty this time of year. Very, very odd year. Very cool. As in “not hot.” And also coooool, man. I wish I’d spent more time outside. Sigh.
Night night.