Again With the Baby Steps
01/06/09 20:15 Filed in: Writing
Progress sure is slow. But it is progress,
so I guess I shouldn't complain.
Today on my lunch hour I wrote precisely one page of the Phillip Gold novel, The Silent Goodbye. Since I didn't have my working draft with me and am, frankly, not sure where I am in the novel, I decided to write a scene that I know is coming. Facing the terrifying reality of being hunted by a professional killer, Gold gets himself piss-tank drunk on rye and ends up wandering, bleary-eyed, to the cemetery where he passes out on the graves of his mother and his sister.
Symbolism, methinks. Soon I shall join you and that kind of stuff.
It was slow going, which isn't a bad thing, with each word requiring hard work to emerge onto the page (or the screen, to be honest).
I haven't read it over again but I was quite pleased with it as it came out.
Having re-read most of the material on this website (well, The Way Forward and the Abigail Massey stories) I find myself being pulled in several directions. I was surprised by how pleased I am with the Rowling-world novel and I continue to be charmed by the McAdam Station stories. The Gold novel is well underway and, I think, pretty good, so I'm not sure where to turn my attentions first.
It will likely be Phillip Gold, since the book is so far along. I may also return to working on the Harry Potter Concordance, since that is a task in which I found a great deal of joy. Nothing like a close reading of a great writer to keep one inspired.
Don't forget to check out the new page on this site: Feathers In Fredericton. It shows often poor photos of wildlife we've encountered on our walks in and around this beautiful city.
Today on my lunch hour I wrote precisely one page of the Phillip Gold novel, The Silent Goodbye. Since I didn't have my working draft with me and am, frankly, not sure where I am in the novel, I decided to write a scene that I know is coming. Facing the terrifying reality of being hunted by a professional killer, Gold gets himself piss-tank drunk on rye and ends up wandering, bleary-eyed, to the cemetery where he passes out on the graves of his mother and his sister.
Symbolism, methinks. Soon I shall join you and that kind of stuff.
It was slow going, which isn't a bad thing, with each word requiring hard work to emerge onto the page (or the screen, to be honest).
I haven't read it over again but I was quite pleased with it as it came out.
Having re-read most of the material on this website (well, The Way Forward and the Abigail Massey stories) I find myself being pulled in several directions. I was surprised by how pleased I am with the Rowling-world novel and I continue to be charmed by the McAdam Station stories. The Gold novel is well underway and, I think, pretty good, so I'm not sure where to turn my attentions first.
It will likely be Phillip Gold, since the book is so far along. I may also return to working on the Harry Potter Concordance, since that is a task in which I found a great deal of joy. Nothing like a close reading of a great writer to keep one inspired.
Don't forget to check out the new page on this site: Feathers In Fredericton. It shows often poor photos of wildlife we've encountered on our walks in and around this beautiful city.