Right then, I’m fifteen thousand words into the new novel (give or take) and things seem to be going pretty well, though it’s hard to be sure.
Y’see, starting a new book is always a mixed affair for me – a great big helping of excitement with an equal measure of nervousness stirred in. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not a detailed planner when it comes to writing . . . well, actually, I’m not a detailed planner when it comes to anything, as my wife would happily shout from the rooftops . . . so I’m never quite sure how it’s going to turn out.
I don’t do much editing as I go along. I disappear into Danworld and try to let the story flow, writing every day, inserting notes for things that need to be addressed/researched later, and keep going until it’s done.
Then I go back and look over it.
And that’s the point when I get the ‘Wow, did I write that?’ or ‘Oh no, did I write that? What was I thinking?’ feelings and have to put it all right.
In that sense, I suppose the first draft of one of my novels is just a very detailed plan. So maybe I am a planner after all.
In the meantime, there has been a softening in the Smith household. I mentioned in my last post that Smiffy the hamster was a new addition here, despite my wife’s protests at having a ‘smelly little rodent’ in our home . . . well, guess what?
Yup. His cuteness is, apparently, undeniable.
And I’ve caught my wife talking to him.
In fact, she can hardly pass his cage without a quick look to see if he’s awake.