I’m so excited. After challenging myself for over a year, by writing 100 word flash fiction stories and wishing I could write more words than that and form those words into some coherent whole (even a sloppily coherent first draft would do), I finally have an outline for my novel. I will be content if I can write enough short stories that can be woven into some sort of whole.
Anyways, I have an outline for about 8 chapters. That would roughly end up to be 10,000 words. Ack! I guess that’s a novel’s worth of words.
I’m researching like crazy. It’s not a historical fiction work but I want to get a feel for the guiding spirits of the three characters. I think three characters will be more interesting than two.
I may put a few sketches on my blog. That would depend on if a flash fiction challenge fit into the weave of things.
So I’m excited. I don’t want to say too much about the work. I want to live in that world privately – like I do when I’m writing poetry. I did want to share my joy, though.
I woke up today feeling better, physically and emotionally, than I have in about three months. I felt rested – as though I’d slept for a long time. Surprised to see I’d only slept for about 8 hours. Something inside me has clicked off the rote button. Sometimes, I wish I could hack that button.
I guess that’s it in a nutshell.