Of Hovels and Novels October 9, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 16 commentsOh dear. I seem to have gone a bit quiet. Well, to be honest, I haven’t gone quiet at all, I’ve really been quite noisy but the noise has been coming out of my mouth instead of my fingers.
I’m still recovering from the shock of throwing a dinner party on Saturday evening which somehow cost me about £160 and took two full days of shopping, cooking and cleaning. Take one guest who’s vegetarian, one who hates vegetables, one who only likes sausages & chips, one who faints if he doesn’t get copious amounts of raw meat and two veg, one who’s low-carbing and one who’s normal but critical and, um, shove ‘em all in the blender. Aaarrghh.
Ahem. The house is now messy again and I’m now nearing as ‘normal’ as I get and back at the writing. And the job-hunting. And the sneezing.
I’m desperate to finish the novel so that I can start it again – to make the bitch bitchier, the quirks quirkier, the sads more sobworthy. The prospect of editing and re-writing excites me, appeals to my neurotic, nit-picking nature.
Impressed with Helen’s methodical post-it perfection, I thought I would share my very own cork board craziness. I like to consider it a fair representation of my mind’s inner workings: I have no idea what’s happening from one chapter to the next (in fact, I haven’t even got chapters yet!) but I have pictures of my characters’ houses and the bracelets they like to wear.
It’s a worry, quite frankly. This writing lark has driven me quite daffy and I fear I shall never be the same again. Thank goodness for that, eh?
