“I’ve started to write it. I’ve been thinking about it so much that I felt I’d burst if I didn’t. I write it in the early mornings…”
That’s from Marian Keyes The Other Side of the Story, the second novel about novelists I’ve read in four days. While resting up from finishing the latest WIP, I’m reading novels about writing novels instead of actually writing one.
I realized, when I read the above sentence, that I wanted that feeling again, the feeling only working on a big, long project like a novel can bring. I’m not quite ready to start, but am exploring possible topics and characters.
I still like Rose from my short story, but she’s stuck in the 70s and I don’t know if I can do a whole book there. So that’s where I’m at, just thinking and likely to stay on novel- sabbatical until after my spring break. That’s in mid-March, and Al and I are going to Florida to see Dad.
My parents are still married but they spend winters apart because Dad loves sun and golf and so does his arthritis and Mom loves snow and winter and being tucked in her cozy room with a book while the weather rages outside. She loathes sun, heat, and any temperature above 68 degrees. The whole “but married people should live together” doesn’t really enter into the picture for them. I need parents for Rose. Maybe mine would work. They certainly have their quirks.
I shamelessly stole this idea from MK, whose Gemma turns her parents into characters in her book.
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