Novel Writing and Schizophrenia

In my limited experience, these two things are well-paired.

I hit 60,000 words last night and completed Part Two of what could be a four-part book. I initially thought it would be three parts, but the characters are telling me otherwise. I’ve strayed so far from the outline I wrote four weeks ago that there’s no point in looking at it anymore. The characters are in charge and I’m doing my best to accommodate them. Like everything else I try to control, it has slipped out of my hands.

Last night’s bout of writing is a great example. I was skating along in a chapter, going where I was being led, when the scene suddenly ended. It didn’t end where I originally planned, but the character made it clear that it was time to stop and shift. So I did. (She’s a bit bossy.)

Likewise, my main character surprised me last night with a bold move and I let her roll with it. I couldn’t say no.

In other news, I’m on the verge of completing my last assignment for Literary Theory and I’m thoroughly relieved about it. It was a required class, but it couldn’t have been more out of my realm of interest and ability. You know what’s not well-paired? Novel writing and Literary Theory.

Have you missed the boys? I’ve not forsaken them completely. Here they are, all three of them:

Autumn day at the park

Photographs and fresh air

First of all, Happy Birthday to my sweet husband! He really is the best.

Friday was delightful. In my first outing since the flu we ran a few mundane errands and then took the boys to the park. I hadn’t taken any photos in a week, which was weird, so I was eager to snap a few. Despite being a little cold, the weather was perfect. We all needed that beautiful sunshine kissing all of our faces.

Feeding the ducks

Duckies

Spinning

Spinning with Dad

Seesaw

pensive

Fountain

Stream

Reflection