After a summer of interruptions, Iím back to my novel-in-progress, trying to satisfy my characters that Iíve returned for real, that I didnít abandon them. Theyíre not entirely convinced.
To be honest, Iím not convinced either. I donít yet know where this novel is going. But I believe in the truth of E.L. Doctorowís statement, "Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.Ē
Unfortunately at the moment my writer-car has a single headlight Ė a padiddle Ė and that one is dim. (more…)