Wednesday, November 4, 2009
a novel insomnia
I get up in the middle of the night to keep writing my novel. Everytime I approach this I think there will be nothing new to write, but words come out. I am far beyond the point I thought I'd be at, with over 11,000 words this morning. My characters seem to want to dialouge an awful lot, and I was not really expecting that. I want to work at more description, and perhaps some character contemplation, if that makes any sense. Much of the dialouge is stitled, not quite right, but I can't make time for editing as this is not about editing and making perfect, but gettng the words on the page so that in the winter I will have a real first draft to work on. I truly haven't written at this rate in 30 years.