This and That

~In the midst of editing some work I got an idea for another novel. I sketched it out in my head. Saved my work file. Closed one folder. Created a new folder. Started a new file. Entered my inspiring idea. Saved the file, etc. etc. I do not minimize my writing files any longer. Ever.


~I'm reading a novel. No, I'm plodding through it, rewriting as I read, because I feel distanced from the characters and can't sink into their story.

Nice characters, if bland. A generic plot, with a few fresh twists. Not enough, though, to keep me reading in an eager manner. 150 pages in, I'm waiting for something to happen. I skim through endless conversations among peripheral characters, some lengthy descriptions that remind me of the, "I did all this research, so you're going to learn it as well," variety.

250 pages in and the story--at last!--comes to life. I'm almost beyond caring, but I will read to the end and continue making mental notes about why this story didn't work for me.


~Quote

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
--E.L. Doctorow

--Cat