Originally posted on Musings of a Serial Procrastinator:
I’m now about halfway through my novel, or 40k words.
I’m not one of these writers who makes huge chapter plans and knows their characters’ back stories, likes, dislikes, inside leg measurements; not that I’m saying that is bad, in fact it can only be helpful, I imagine, but it’s just not the way I write. I normally get up from a long writing session, as surprised as my wife is when she reads it.
I haven’t quite decided whether to go down the old school route of agent/publishing house, or avoid the harrowing rejection letters and self-publish. Guess I should just get the thing finished first.
Anyway, this is a small excerpt from one of it’s chapters. It’s a dream sequence.
I find myself on the beach of a lake that is large and surrounded by tall ancient pine. Its white powdered sand is soft…
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