I have some new stories to tell - though maybe not in their unretouched and recognizable forms, perhaps not here in this venue - but information, scraps of conversation, personal details - to be tossed into some later fictional stew - which is for me one of the best parts about visiting family at the holidays. Years past it used to make me feel like some kind of monster, this doubleness - that even while I'm experiencing something a part of me is thinking, So how would you write this on paper? Now I just go with it.
As of Wednesday night - 44,489.
As of Friday night - 46,010
I've got 4,000 words left to go. Wednesday was a 10 hour ride beneath a laptop from which I had no way to run and no Internet access. I've got the same weather conditions facing me today. Something wonderful happens - or happened - at about 2000 words - the story starting to gel and flow at the same time. I hope it happens again today.
Next time you see me, I should be done.