I finished Gaiman’s “The Ocean at the End of the Lane,” and I am now reading “The Trouble With Goats and Sheep” by Joanna Cannon.
Last night I spent some time working on my novel. Today, too. Now the word count is over 45,000. A couple of thousand new words over the course of two months is nothing to brag about. But, considering that I had recently lost all interest in writing and had decided that my story was the dumbest, lamest thing anyone had ever thought of, getting myself to work on it has to be looked upon as nothing less than a miracle.
Today I created a character for the purpose of killing her to make another character even more unhappy than she already was. Sometimes I think I must not be a very nice person. But, you know, if there was anything to be learned from that hot mess that was the Star Wars prequel trilogy, it’s that you have to show a character’s descent into madness before you can set them to doing mad things.
Now I must stop messing around on my computer and go do some real world stuff, like laundry and dinner.