I enjoyed my birthday yesterday. It was quiet compared to previous years, but that was okay. I wasn’t at all sure over the winter that I’d make my 58th birthday, so doing it is an achievement in itself. Feels like now the year can begin, despite the fact that I’m no better physically than I was on my last day of being 57.
Which brings me to The Honesty of Tigers. I’ve read its existing 20k through, polished it…
(again – that’s what I kept doing when I got too ill to write new material last year, so it’s polished to a high gleam while the rest is unwritten, which isn’t an ideal situation but it is what it is)
…and, most significantly, rewritten its POV narration from all 1st person past and past perfect tenses to mostly first person historical present with smatters of 2nd person past, present and future. Which has taken it gently but firmly out of mainstream and into literary fiction.
So what I have is the first quarter of an expected 80k ready – really, really ready – to face the world, and the other three quarters shaped in big 20k blocks in my head. I know what’s going to happen and what the shape will be, but that’s as much planning as I’ve done. Which again is a big departure from routine for me.
Today, sometime today when the kids will allow it, although not now at 6.30am when they’re just starting their excited day, so probably this evening, I will sketch a single sentence skeleton plan for the next 10k. Then I will start writing it, in whatever bite-sized chunks I can manage, and we shall see where we go from there.
Which is a longwinded way of saying that not only am I still around, but apparently I’m still a writer too.