I've got several things on my mind
this week. I know I'm late, and it's not from all the issues swimming around in my little human brain. The
Tucson Festival of Books wore me out, and I think it added to the ideas lazily backstroking into my consciousness from my subconscious mind.
I
know you've been keeping up on working through the next 2500 words, though.
And I've been thinking.
First, about the long novel process.
(How unlikely.) I was at the gigantic Tucson Festival of Books. I
only got to one panel. I couldn't get into two others because they
were so crowded. Ridiculous.
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The size of this book festival is difficult to fathom. Image: Lars Hammar |
Anyway, in the panel I actually attended, it was encouraging to hear one
author say he wrote what he thought was a novel in six
weeks, then he spent three years actually rewriting and shaping it
into a novel. The other novelist on the panel was floored. “It took
me six years to write my last novel!” he said. (Or something like
that.) I like being reminded that it takes a while to struggle
through this.