My novel is like an ogre. Or like an onion. Or a parfait. It has layers.
This is often true for me. I write first drafts that aren't completely shitty. Well, no, they are. But since I expect them to be horrible, I am often surprised that there are parts that are wonderful. And parts that just have to be deleted, for one reason or another. And then vast, gaping holes that I have to fill in and have no idea why I didn't notice during the first draft that they were there. It's like I'm sh...
Published on May 11, 2010 15:13