Change of plans, change of plans!

After two days of wondering why nothing is happening on Mud and Glass, I've decided that it's time for that project to move to a greater level of maturity. It was my NaNo opus, which means I basically squatted over the keyboard for a month and 50,000 words came out. A good start, yes, but even fertilizer isn't fertilizer until it's been broken down and made useful. Until then it's just....

So instead of trying to produce the next 50,000 words through the same mindless biological functions I used for the first 50,000, I'm going to go back and break the book down, diagram the plot that formed intuitively (or, if you prefer, enterically — as a gut feeling, at any rate), and consciously decide what's going to happen, what's going to stay, and what's going to go. It's a bit distasteful, poking through one's own, um, products. But nobody else is going to want to, either, if I leave the book the way it is. I want my stories to be fertilizer — to inspire thoughts and feelings, to provoke insights and arguments. Poop isn't fertlizer. But you can make it into fertlizer.