wildcat

Well, it's nearly eleven-thirty and I've accomplished absolute zero in the word count category. The apartment, on the other hand, is cleaner than its been in weeks - I cleaned out the fridge, reorganized the cupboard, cleaned up the closet a bit, organized some comics, shuffled some stray furniture around, et cetera-et cetera. I bought groceries, and had a proper meal. I'm going to give the stove a scrub in a couple minutes as well. If I can get that done quickly enough I'll try and churn out five hundred words, but I think this evening has ended up being more about practical human-adult-minded things than it's been about the novel-writing. I feel like I have accomplished something writerly, though, as I've spent time thinking about the story structure and plotted some things out in my head a bit. Some of the more emotionally charged plot threads have dropped off the radar a bit but I've worked out how to focus attention back on them in what will probably be the second half of the novel. Novella. Whichever.

I definitely think I want to have a larger cast of viewpoint characters in the next one I write; focusing that much attention on one character is driving me mental and seriously impinges on the whole project. You know: learning things.