“Denny is a corpulent man in his mid-twenties who tells me in all seriousness that he’s created a new form of martial arts he calls the Bear Claw technique.”
I’m finally working on the novel again and it feels right. I was stuck in a weird spot but then this line came to me and somehow it all started to make sense. And this really happened too. My brother was working a graveyard security shift with a guy named Ben and he really said this. Funny all the little pieces a writer collects in his life and then funnier still how they bubble up from memory or notebook and fit when you need them too.
I’m experimenting with short chapters and letting the story go where it wants to go. I spent a few days working up outlines for short stories but I really want to get this novel done. But when I went back to the novel I told myself that I was forcing it. I was stuck for a day or so. Don’t we all have these inner arguments?
I don’t know. I just want to get this one done by the time the Wax Bullet War comes out. I also dug out an old novel I wrote that needs a lot of work. It has an awesome premise, but that will be more like trying to restore an old car. Every page needs a dozen fixes. I might be better off starting over on that one, but I’m sure other people have that book they wrote early on and don’t want to let go of it.
I better get back to it.