Prodding

I’ve had a title for a book forever. It’s wonderful; bright and clever and completely me. Trouble was, I didn’t have a concrete story to go with it, my mind drawn back again and again back to Will and Charlie and their untold tale (which, ironically enough, doesn’t have a title I like much yet) and completely unwilling to dwell on anything else. But now that their story actually has an end in sight (am only a few hundred words from the sixty thousand mark - holy shit!), I’ve found myself thinking of this new story more and more. I’ve been prodding it, like a tongue at an old tooth, and I think it has substance. Not much, admittedly, but there’s definitely something there.

Posted on 3rd February, 2008 at 10:41 pm |

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