So, this is what writing a novel looks like at my place at least.
Whiteboard with insane reminders about structure and what belongs where, periodic flashes of “OMG!”, and basic first principles to (hopefully) keep me on track.
The novel is not my natural play-pit. I feel like I’m moving across a landmined floor.
Here is the first draft of the first quarter.
And yes, it’s printed out on the other side of HP Lovecraft’s “The Shadow Over Innsmouth” … being an at-home-writer makes you miserly with your paper … and yes, it’s printed in green ink, coz being an at-home-writer makes you miserly with your black ink. The colour cartridge never runs out … the black one, all the time.
Also, I don’t really know what it’s called … it was The Novel Formerly Known as Brisneyland by Night … now it’s under the working title of Hallowmass. All I know for sure is that the sequel is called Vigil.
Ah, novel, what a mystery you are.