I haven’t started today as I’m blogging first which is probably a big mistake as I’ll be out of oomph.
Yesterday I did about 700 words in the morning, of my synopsis. I’m writing this alongside the novel so I can see the pace more clearly (I kid myself – I can’t see this yet, but hope to eventually) and the order in which I am
And I started … to hear voices.
I had a visitation …
After all these words – which are really amazing for me –
From the ‘thing’ on my shoulder.
This time he couldn’t say ‘you can’t do the words’ … because here I am, DOING the words. So he said ‘You can’t handle the story. You can’t do this. You don’t have enough going on in the story…
It appears to be true that in all the thinking about writing succinctly and being conscious of ‘am I moving the story forwards?’ I seem to be worrying about whether I have enough material…
Anyway … I have learned - thanks to the support of the Novel Racers – to write through some of these voices.
And that, you little sh*t on my shoulder, is what I’m doing.