“Yeah, yeah, your psyche, poverty, blah blah blah. What’s happening with the book?”
Funny you should ask. Over the past few days, I’ve been wading back in, going through all my notes, which suddenly didn’t seem so diffuse and complicated. Everything came together, and I find myself with one single plot-thread that ties everything together.
I don’t know that this one is going to be particularly deep. It looks like it’ll be significantly shorter than the last one and less — I dunno, epic. It’s got less interiority. But it should clip along and be fun. That’s my commitment.
So I’ve got the arc, and this afternoon I did a rough plot-point breakdown. Soon, very soon… actual chapters. Send me an e-mail if you’d like to be an advance reader (if you haven’t already).
I’m totally high on coffee. How do people drink this stuff regularly?
This morning I drew a map of the world my book takes place in, I went to a coffee shop and wrote an article for work (a neat Strategic Coach take on motivation, for Strategic eNews, which I write for them), then I mapped out the story-arc of the book, came home and cleaned the bathroom, hoovered the carpets, and…
What? Now what? I’m vibrating.
Tonight I’m going to the movies with the Friday Gang. Whee!
