I was going to do a long and musing post about how the writing of my novel is going, and then I remembered that there are few things quite as boring as listening to a writer who is Great With Novel talking about the novel in question. Either it’s going good, or it’s going crappy. Most everything else is just bubbling excitement, or bleeding angst.
It’s going very well. I’m at 15,000 words, all handwritten. I’m happily averaging about 300 words a page. This says a lot for my handwriting, which has improved leaps and bounds in the past year. I use letters, for a start. It’s also typed up, because since I don’t always have access to a uniform form of writing, the novel has the first page written in a journal, pages 2-12 written on white legal paper, pages 12-20 written on yellow longer legal paper (folded up from living in my pocket) pages 20-34 are in another journal, and so on. I have this folder with more or less all the pages in it neatly, and it is the messiest folder ever. I dropped it yesterday, and it was practically a natural disaster. Thank god for page numbers.
My main character continues to surprise me, which makes me happy. I thought he’d have a beard and longish hair. Instead, he keeps shaving his entire head. He also has a penchant for knives. Very odd, and delightful.
And that’s all I’ll say. You can wake up now.
Here’s the MATING promised in the title: The secret origins of Elmo (look closely, at the end.)
Right. Off to write. Right.