As I’ve stated in the past, my method for writing is very much a
hit-and-run approach. Particularly with The Hushing Days in which every scene
has been outlined down in both my head and paper, I will randomly pick a scene
and plow all my intellectual resources through it.
Picture a snow plow plopped randomly down in blizzard-ridden Boston. One
little street gets cleared out beautifully. But before the alleyways and side
streets connecting the “chosen” lane to the rest of the city are so much as
touched… “POOF!” The snow plow is scoffed away. A return promised, but not
until next winter.
So, as I’ve been gathering up all my little throughways and boulevards these last three days, trying to
piece the street grid of the novel back together, I’ve come to two conclusions…
1.) I would have sucked at being a City Planner. God knew what He was
doing not putting this girl on that career path.
2.) There’s got to be a saner way to write a novel… (My dog/muse
suggests that a saner author would be a start.)
Anyhow, the days of transcribing are coming to an end today. I’ll
finally know where I stand with The Hushing Days. Whether this will end in
laughter, tears or apocalyptic gridlock is anybody’s guess.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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