I feel like every time I write, I need to recap it, even though I suspect no one is reading this blog. It's still helpful to me to sum up where I'm at with my novel. Sometimes just getting it down helps to figure out where I should go next, or sometimes to realize where I've gone astray.
I didn't exactly advance the story yesterday, although "advance" makes me think of a line of marching soldiers, and thanks, soldiers, but I'm not too worried about getting there by a certain time. So, take a break, guys; there's still a long way to go.
While I'm cognizant of not writing boring sections, I can't always skip over the nuts and bolts or the story would be spaghetti-thin. Thus, I detailed my main character's band's first recording session with their volunteer producer. Nope, they're not in a fancy, modern studio; they're recording in a motel room. Their producer has flown in to the small town where MC lives, and the town barely has a fast food joint, much less a recording studio. None of the band member's residences are suitable for recording, so the producer decides to use the motel room that had been reserved for him as a makeshift studio. (For some quirky reason, he preferred to bunk with a member of the band, so the room isn't being occupied anyway.)
Together, the group works to soundproof the room, using blankets and even a rug, and by shoving furniture up against the walls. I like the old children's "put on a show" aspect of it. Seriously, what part of an actual recording studio would be interesting anyway? They even soundproof the door by heaving a bookcase in front of it, making fresh air breaks a real chore to undertake.
This claustrophobic atmosphere perhaps doesn't lead to problems, but the problems that occur are exacerbated. At one point, MC gets so upset by something that happens, she runs into the bathroom and slams the door, the only place she can get away from everyone. And yes, there are frustrations and even tantrums. Part of it is nerves, part of it is crossed signals, but the day does not get off to a promising start. MC has quite a history with the producer ~ he was the A&R guy from her record label who fired her. He's since quit his job and is floundering, looking for something meaningful to do. The back story of why he quit will trickle out eventually, but for now MC is wary of him and he's wary of her. She knows, however, that he is the only producer they'd ever have a chance of landing, so her dealings with him are cautiously cooperative. By the same token, he's trying to be less abrasive, but with all the screw ups occurring, his patience is tested.
The two of them have professional disagreements as well. He doesn't understand her reticence in recording certain songs, nor in shopping her best song to popular artists (which would virtually guarantee her a nice payout in royalties).
Their relationship, such as it is, has become a weird twist in the story. My original intention was for him to only pop back up again via a single phone call.
I also wrote briefly about the MC's attempts to reach her mentor by phone. Producer guy wants MC's band to record some of the songs she had sent to the mentor, but without an explicit rejection from her, MC refuses to record any of them. The whole episode has become frustrating. The mentor is ostensibly MC's friend, but she's certainly not acting like one by ghosting her. I only have a vague idea where this is heading, but I want it to end on a positive note since I love the mentor character so much.
At this point in the story, I need to bring all the important characters back into the fold, which will be a problem. I haven't thought of a way to reintroduce MC's friend from (the town of) Chance that's plausible, and she has no reason to travel there. I think my imaginary readers would be disappointed if he doesn't show up again, though.
I left off with the producer starting to tell her a bit of the history regarding her dismissal from the record label. This is another aspect of the story I'm unsure of, so multiple conundrums remain.
At least I'm no longer in a hopeless mood. Things are moving.