Chapter 6 is all about murder. I think Meringue is eight-years-old by this point. Supercompression is occurring, but this is because I've never written a novel and don't know how to pace yet. I imagine this will come with time. I need to write more scenes with physical interactions between people. Chapter 6 is all about murder. Who does the deed? Will they remain in Venice, or move to Paris? Why do Venice and Paris almost rhyme?
I want to buy a Tricky album.
It's one-thirty in the morning and I have to go meet with the group at 10:30. If I went to bed now I'd get 9 hours of sleep. I'm not ready for that yet, though, not nearly far enough to call it a night. I'd forgotten the red-hot burn of a writer in the wee hours. Banging out text. Making words sit up and listen, and beg to be used, as you'd use a dog or a vibrator. Things are dynamic. I can't decide what music to listen to.
Comments (3)
You're a machine. :)
Posted by Jason | November 21, 2004 7:37 AM
Posted on November 21, 2004 07:37
Are we still up for tonight? (Sunday, I mean) About 8 o'clock ... "Muriel, you're terrible!"
Posted by Joy | November 21, 2004 1:48 PM
Posted on November 21, 2004 13:48
Yes we are. By god I need that.
Posted by ben | November 21, 2004 4:44 PM
Posted on November 21, 2004 16:44