I took a week long break from writing my novel. It was starting to get on my nerves. But eventually the act of not writing began to irk me as well. So last night I plunged back into my novel. I'm beginning to notice how much the process of writing has become an integral part of who I am. Of course, most of what I write makes very little sense to me while I am writing it but then once it has been written it usually makes sense out of itself. Sounds a bit paradoxical but it is the truth.
The main character of my novel could be classified as a protagonist. But in actuality he is more of an unfettered thinker.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
I've been incapacitated for the past week due to an irksome cold. But I am on my way to recovery now. I've written a handful of new poems and miscellaneous ideas but probably won't piece them together for another couple of days.