three different places
A rare stretch of hours to work on the dreaded NOVEL.
Last night, closed up in my office, only Bowie to keep me company – actually, Blackstar is a excellent writing music.
It was frustrating for the first half an hour – I forgot where I was going with some of the characters, and it’s easy to get bogged down in what’s already on the page. But new ideas compelled me forward, and characters said things and conspiracies were uncovered.
After writing a couple of chapters and reworking some plot points, I emerged (P. and J. even said “she emerges”).
But when I write for that long, it’s hard to get out of it. My brain is still working, I’m drinking tea but not tasting it, I’m smiling but not listening. It’s like I’m in three different places at once. It takes me a while to decide where I am.