cold and love

It’s always cold in my apartment because i don’t want to spend money on heat. Been write write writing like a fiend, too, which means my hands are perpetually cold, because no matter how many blankets you have, they can’t cover your hands if’n you intend to write.

New novel underway, 9,000 words done. Not sure how long it’s going to be, but i think it might be big. By big, though, i mean proper novel length. All previous attempts are quite short, with only one topping 50,000 words, which some put as the benchmark for novels, counting everything under as a novella. Same difference, really. Anyrate, i have twelve perspectives going and i drew this diagram at work because i can’t write there.

I draw character maps rather than outlines because all i need is to keep the characters straight, and this will do that. Knowing which characters are tied to which. Of course, all of that is subject to change, but it should be quite fun to write. Horribly complicated, mind. While Noir: A Love Story had 26 perspectives, none of them repeated, and this one will have all of them repeat at least once, maybe several times. Some of them extremely frequently. So, yeah, complicated, but it should be an adventure.

I want to finish this by the twelfth, too, because i start intensives, which run for two weeks. Intensives basically means that i’ll be working eleven hour days and will be drained the whole time. So, can i get another 30-40k done in the next nine days?

Worth a shot, yeah?

Back to it.

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