A while ago I made a rash declaration, and today I actually made good on it, on a day behind the projected schedule. The first eight pages of what I’m currently calling Impossible Bodies are done, the effort to write a novel has left the dock, and while there’s a slim risk it may sink it isn’t going to stop.
I’ll reiterate what that previous entry said about this enterprise’s relation to NaNoWriMo– I’m starting now, but I have no illusions about finishing at month’s end. This will be, at best, a six month voyage, and I anticipate having to pick up more lime juice before the first draft is over. Today’s initial efforts yielded eight longhand pages, with roughly 18% having lines drawn through it a moment after it landed on the paper. If I have seventy days like this, I’ll be close to the modern novel length (unlike NaNoWriMo’s traditional goal which would be about 200 printed pages).
None of this, I hope, is going to have much effect on events here. Tiny objects will appear now and again to amuse. I may even howl entertainingly about obstacles encountered in the novel or other attempts to be a fully-functional author. But I thought that I should probably let everyone here know that I was actually making good on that earlier threat. The world needs more detective novels with non-traditional supernatural stuff in them, right?
Of course it does.