I'm a day (or possibly two) away from finishing the first draft of my latest novel and it's all I can think about. I can't sleep properly. I wake up every morning at half past five with my head full of details that need to be adjusted, plot lines that have to be kept on track, dialogue that needs to be fitted in, characters who have to be made ready for the final denoument. I turn on my computer at seven o'clock and stand there willing it to hurry up and boot and I do not bother to stop for lunch. I am simply consumed with the desire to finish this draft. Like a man who is possessed.
Hence no proper blogposts at the moment. But I will be back very soon, I promise.
2 comments:
I envy you, friend! I'm still several months away from this all-consuming frenzy, but I'm beginning to feel its tug, much like the pull of a black hole I expect.
I wish you all prudent speed and vast insight.
Thanks, Paul. The pull of a black hole is a perfect description.
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