Feeling a Little Fluffy
I finished a novel last night. Ok wait…let me rephrase that…I finished a “novella”. Let’s not get too worked up on size here. The book is a short one, but it was supposed to be short and sweet and to the point. Funny enough – I had no idea what the end point was going to be until I wrote it. I used to laugh at people who said things like that. Once Tori Amos said that songs are like bubbles floating in the air and if the bubble picks you, then you get to write the song (a gross paraphrase here folks – please don’t think that was a direct quote – I’m working from an 8 year old memory here!) She spoke as if all her songs pre-existed. I laughed at her. Mostly because I was the shadow of cynical in those days, but partly because that seems dumb. Until, of course, it kind of happens to you and then it’s a little bit wonderful.
So…now the first part is done and the hard work has to begin. I need to give this story a little distance though because of all the stories in my head, all the half-written chapters and the un-edited books and scenes, I think this book might be my favourite.