Thursday, March 19, 2009
Before the surgery, I thought I'd spend most of my recuperation writing. That never happened, mostly because my attention span shriveled away to nothing, eventually leading to scenes like this:
Greg at table. He contemplates a blank sheet of paper. Eventually, he painstakingly writes out "Man has dog."
Bird flies by.
Greg chases after bird. Wind blows paper away.
But, about a week and a half ago,I dragged out the novel that I've been working on for what feels like half my life, and bang bang bang, I figured out how to fill several plot holes that had been holding me up. Really, it was amazing, because some of these have lingered for a looooooong time, and I came up with satisfying (to me) solutions. So now, for the first time, I've got a fully-outlined book.
And of course, since then, I haven't written a single word. Ha ha ha ha ha.