Musings for Friday, October 14, 2016
Hi there, fellow Persona Paper authors and, yes, Gentle Reader. It's been a quiet Friday here in my little nook of the Sunshine State. As I start this entry, it's a gloriously sunny mid-October afternoon. There's a beam of golden sunlight streaming in from the window behind me, and the temperature outside is 86 degrees Fahrenheit. (With humidity levels at 58% and an easterly breeze of 12 mph, the heat index is 89 degrees F.) It feels more like summer than autumn, but that's life in the subtropics, right?
Today I did some work on my Big Fiction Project. I still haven't decided if it's going to be a novella or a novel - I don't enough of it written down to know how big the scope of the story is going to be. I do know that it's not going to be a short story (the nebulous concept I have has too many characters and situations to fit that literary format), and it's not going to be a screenplay. I also know it's going to be a love story - I figured that out the minute that I started writing the darned thing. So far, I know my two main characters (Jim and Lauren) well enough to introduce them to each other as high school students in the 1980s, and I've written three pages' worth of manuscript so far.
I know that three pages isn't much; at this rate, an ambitious slug will write Slow Going: The Autobiography of a Slug and earn a Pulitzer Prize for Fiction before I finished my first draft, get an agent, and peddle my book to a publisher. But the legal hassles re my mother's estate, my other writing gig at Cerebral Palsy Guidance, and dealing with the many life changes I've experienced over the past year and a half have distracted me. I need to pay more attention to the BFP and write more, or else I will never become the novelist that I know I can be.