closing the gap

novels take me a long time to write. dorothy parker once said that for every 5 words she wrote, she changed 7. that’s pretty much my method. but I can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel on this new book. that light is illuminating a peaceful pond on a sunny/cloudy day. and I am heading there with my inner tube under my arm.

the hard parts

my least favorite parts of writing a novel are:

a] the very last go-over when I’m alternately weary with the manuscript and jolted with electric fear at seeing a character wearing yellow socks when a few pages earlier I’ve had them pulling on red ones

and where I am now, which is

b] the early roughing out when all my characters look like claymation figures and I’m still wondering where they’re all going.

at least I have been able to do a good bit of this here in amsterdam, looking over a canal, leading a much smaller version of my regular life.