Thank god for dogs. I might have slept in even later. I am now going to have a quick breakfast and check my email and plunge back into the book.
A thought occurred to me as I lay in bed last night, and has been bothering me.
In order to do this without an outline, you pretty much have to dive into your comfort zone and write from that place.
Why is my comfort zone so dark and violent and creepy? What does this say about me? I don't know. I like to think that the relationship between Tom and his upstairs neighbour girl is sweet and loving in the midst of all the dark. So maybe I have that in me too.
Anyway, now is not the time for self-examination I suspect.
I have two-thirds of a novella to make.
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