next book
At the moment we’re in the puzzled phase of the relationship, me & the novel, whereby you can only insert half-written scenes at random into your wonky synopsis in the hope they’ll spread, coalesce & take control. That’s not going to happen immediately, or without problems; but you can’t stop trying because you already feel, somewhere in the back of your head, the whole contraption tipping & lurching towards being a real, structured thing. I love that feeling. It’s hard to make an account of these kinds of processes without banalising them. You need to avoid the reductive in fiction, but it’s even more important to avoid the reductive when describing it–especially to yourself. Go in that direction & if you’re not careful you’ll soon be reduced to using the industry algorithms to express–then to write–conveniently expressible things.
Anyway, this one is going to be short & structurally quite odd. I know, what am I like?