Where are these 200,000 words now?
A fair chunk are suspended in amber on this very blog. Occasionally someone will google “
I really really really want to dive back into a novel. Not Novel A. I’m done with that for now. I vow not to touch Novel A again in the 00’s.
[Serious Question: what will we call the decade 2010-2019? The Teens? No thanks. The person who comes up with the best alternative may just be suspended in amber on Wikipedia… I think this is something to aspire to.]
Which leaves Novel B. Or Novel C, which does not exist, even as an idea.
I watched ‘Awakenings’ (1990) on TV yesterday and it got me interested in Novel B again. There’s brain damage in Novel B, you see (but no parts for Robin Williams or Bob DeNiro).
I find it hard to write long, continuous narratives while working a day job. My new job is good, relative to other day jobs I’ve had and could have, but still. Good jobs take more energy than bad jobs. I can’t think about brain damage and the Wellington Visual Arts scene while I’m occupied (damn occupations).
I admire writers like Nigel Cox who had day jobs and never begrudged the world for the financial realities of being a novelist. I don’t want to begrudge the world. I just want to write another novel. I don’t even care if it gets published (I don’t clench my teeth nearly as much now that I’ve let that balloon drift out of sight… Another balloon man will come in time).
I am a book-shaped person in a credit card sized world.
I am going to
Week Eleven – The Stats
Weekly word count: 16,920 (lowest weekly haul to date)
Average: 2,417 words per day (compared to 2,662 last week)
Most productive day: Sunday 16 March, 4,254 words
Least productive day: Friday 14 March, 316 words (this is not a typo… work drinks etc)