February 2012
7 posts
No Loitering
Yesterday, things got epic in Park Slope café-loitering land: I have a new chapter one. And, well, that’s pretty weird, considering the absolute newest prose (yesterday) is now co-mingling on the page with the absolute oldest (May 2007).
Now, play nice, kids.
doodlersrevue asked: Any words of wisdom for a wannabe writer?
“45. It ended because another person wants you to need to be with them, with her,...”
– What We Talk About When We Talk About Anne Frank by Nathan Englander
Brain, Meet Function--You Two Should Get...
Well, now I remember what it’s like to work yourself sick—not that I’d ever claimed to have forgotten. The last two weeks have been something of a whirlwind: I was told the back half of the manuscript was wanted, so deliver the back half of the manuscript I would.
That’s about fifty-thousand words for anyone who’s keeping score.
I’ve seen more stunning moons...
Binge editing. Resumption of standard twenty-four hour cycle TK.
…I guess you know you have more than a bit of momentum in you when you’re up at 5 a.m. to write. (And thank freakin’ god.)