This week is all about the new novel, which I began cutting on Monday. I’m almost through chapter five now and it feels…good.
I don’t know how else to put it, but it flows well. Yes, there’s fixing needs doing and I’m rewriting swaths of it, but basically it looks okay. As I hoped when I finished the first draft a week and a half ago, I mainly have to add detail.
So I’ve been working at it most of today. By hand. I’m going out tonight, despite the awful wind and cold, to see a friend of mine, Sharon Shinn, speak at a local library. Depending on the weather tomorrow, the gym in the morning, then more words.
What would I do without words? Words have dominated my life since I was old enough to talk. Even when the dominant art of my life was visual, I talked about it (and other things) as much as I did it.
It would be awfully nice to be able to just keep doing this.
