Well. I have begun to work on Chimneys, which for so long I have confidently called my novel, again. I hesitate to call it that now. Of course I want to, but I think that can be damaging on asubconscious level. Being intimidating and self-serving and all that. Or maybe, I just didn't have a clear idea of what it would look like, trajectory-wise, so I was intimidated. Anyway, either way, tonight I actually came up with an outline. Complete with cause and effect, and a climax, and everything! I think this is a good first step. I plan to use a lot of old Chimneys in it; I think of this new thing as a remodeled, reshaped, rethought version, that is new, yet made out of things that have been stewing in my head and in my recycle bin for years now.
To be honest, I wish I could say something like 'In spite of myself I'm quite excited to start,' but I can't, because I'm nervous, not excited, and I'm afraid I'll keep putting it off. I don't want to. Should I reread what I have so far and then start? Probably not. I should start from scratch. And what better time than now is there to start?
Tomorrow, of course.
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