I am currently half way through the first draft of the novel I am writing. This is my second attempt at a novel length story.The process is erratic and manic. There are the nights when the storytelling comes easily from brain to hand to screen. Other times I flop and wander about mentally like a fish out of the water and into the fog. This particular book is a safe distance from my inner sanctum- so that theoretically it should not be as painful or risky. But, even though this is more like telling a story than executing magnificent literature, I worry over details like I would with my own children. I want it to turn out, you see. So, I spend the late night nursing this newborn babe of mine...hoping it will grow up to be something worth while. Something that contributes, even in some small way- even if only to entertain. We shall see. Half done, and going nuts. When it is finished and shined up pretty- I will take it out and try to pawn it off on someone. And if that works- I may even pull out my first attempt, polish that up and do the same. Here's to doing it!
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