Saturday, July 05, 2008

Provincetown 28

I watched the fireworks from my bedroom window last night. I think it is the first 4th of July that Allen and I have ever been apart. We usually try to watch fireworks in our hometown. The last few years we've gone out on our boat to watch them. It was a funny feeling to watch them alone.

I'm getting ready now to go back to the room and take a shower, put on my pajamas and work on the manuscript for a few hours. I've been doing domestic/business tasks today, so I'm ready to hunker down and write now.

This week I get to take a workshop.

1 comment:

ggw07 said...

Happy July 4 holiday weekend! Good luck with workshop which will stimulate novel writing too.
Wondering if you'd share your approach- Do you outline bios for characters or discover who they are and how they will interact in plot as you go or all inclusive? Or is this the throw everything in the kitchen sink first draft? I think you mentioned before that you already have an end in mind? Does this change as you rework or up the stakes?



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