Today took me back to the December Book, which is either a rather anachronistic working title for the current novel or, as my mate Duncan points out, a very forward looking one. What with the holiday in Thailand, and then the general chaotic goodness of returning to the New Year, it feels like a really long time since I looked at it, despite being only a couple of weeks in real time.
Because of this today started at a crawl, as I found my way back to where I was. That meant re-reading the chapters I’ve already done (and resisting the urge to waste the day tinkering with them, instead of putting some new words down). I was quite pleased with what I saw. There are a lot of problems, fixes that will happen during the editing cycle, but the feel of it so far is closer to what I first imagined than I realised. To be honest, I’d wondered whether the act of finding words for what was in my head had altered it beyond recognition, but after a couple of weeks away from it, I see those sparkling bits of the core idea that first lit me up.
The only downside was that today’s writing only really picked up speed just as I was preparing to shut down. I would have stayed at it, but there was exercising to be done, and dinners to be cooked (damned, pesky real life). Luckily, a halt was called at the right place. Liam’s finally in Edinburgh, having traveled with a convoy of beasts, and introductions are about to be made. That’s something to look forward to, tomorrow.