Saturday, November 7, 2009
I haven't lost sight of the novel in all of this of course. The other purpose of writing madly for one month is that it silences the editor. I just tell him (yep, mine's a him - it's my inner Dad if you must know) that I'll have a nice fat juicy manuscript for him to go at next month. Right now I just want to fly at it. I have all these new delicious people who have stuff to tell me and I'm receiving it as fast as I can. I have lots to find out about - more questions for an RCMP officer about juristictions and all that, lots to find out about gardening, about cheese making, retoration work, oriental artifacts and sculpting. Yay!