I have something else to work on today, a proposal I’ve had to delay due to traveling, but I am determined to reach my 1,667 words today, so I’m holding off until I get there. It’s still early in the process, so I’m trying to stay on course. Knowing me, there will be a week of doom-and-gloom and sleeping late on the couch and then chastising myself while on the subway to work for wasting my days away, you know, my tired usual. So, before that happens, I’m trying to do this as best I can. Maybe doom-and-gloom could wait till December. This month only comes along once a year!
Problem is, I think I’ve lost hold of the voice. What I thought was chapter one has extended itself beyond the limits of space and time and yet I cannot seem to describe the place I am writing about, for some reason that’s all hazy. At one point I thought I was clearly writing YA, then it shifted to litfic, now I have no clue and I really think I should know this otherwise won’t the story suffer? And, to top it all off, my characters’ names keep changing and they just went behind the house to get high. Editing this will be amusing to say the least.