After Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, I will be travelling with my parents, my sister and her family, and my youngest brother and his family to Pigeon Forge, Tenn., for a brief getaway. This is the first time we’ve ever done something exactly like this before, and I am really looking forward to it. My 13-year-old niece is really, really looking forward to it. On Monday, she IMed me that she was one-quarter packed. Tuesday, she IMed me that she was half-packed. We’ll be going to Dollywood theme park on Friday, which has special holiday decorations and activities.
Anyway, I’ll be out of reach of the blogosphere until Saturday night. Please try to contain your wailing and gnashing of teeth over this traumatic announcement.
The novel is progressing — and I’m pretty sure I can make 50,000 words by Tuesday, even with my holiday break — but the past few days have felt a little more like speed-writing and a little less like the rush of creativity I felt last week and over the weekend. In the past few days, there have been more passages that I know will have to be rewritten even while I’m writing them. Of course, that’s what was promised from the outset; I never promised you “The Sun Also Rises,” so any flashes of brilliance were a special bonus treat.
But on balance, I still like much of what I’ve done so far. I like the characters, and the situations, and bits and pieces of the dialogue. I really look forward to going back and trying to make a silk purse out of this sow’s ear. I think I can make it good; I’m not sure, however, if it will ever be marketable. It doesn’t fit any particular genre, and yet it doesn’t have the dramatic heft to be general literature. It’s just a nice little story. I hope you’ve enjoyed the unusual experience of reading a work in progress.