I have now brought a black bin bag into my study and started to fill it with the detritus that results from writing a novel (at least, in my case). There are sheets of paper with notes scrawled on them. Page numbers jotted on old envelopes, referring to places where things don't connect. There is a huge sheet of paper on the wall - which has a schematic diagram of the novel as I conceived it at the start. (perhaps I should hold on to that and auction it on e-bay if the novel does really well). And there are chocolate wrappers. If emotion is the fuel that drives the narrative, chocolate is the fuel that keeps this novelist going.
And the novel? My wife is kindly proof reading it for me - finding some of the spelling mistakes that result from my dyslexia. Since I don't spell check this blog to the same degree of caution, you will probably have picked up the occasional glitch and will know what I'm talking about.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Friday, June 03, 2005
Yes Yes Yes
A very short blog entry today. I just printed out my novel. Novels are never finished, but when you can print one and give it to another person to read as a whole story - this is a significant moment.
Perhaps tomorrow I will start tidying my study.
And I notice there is another Martin Cruz Smith novel out - which I am very much looking forward to reading. Perhaps tidying the study will have to wait till I've finished that.
Perhaps tomorrow I will start tidying my study.
And I notice there is another Martin Cruz Smith novel out - which I am very much looking forward to reading. Perhaps tidying the study will have to wait till I've finished that.
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