I was driving around Ladd's Addition the other day, which is the only thing you can do in Ladd's Addition: go around in circles. The first time I drove through it, I remember noticing the Chinese Baptist Church, and wondering, how would you ever know if they were speaking in tongues?
These are the things that go through my mind.
So, yeah. I'm pacing myself. Saving up the sheer force of my writing for Nanowrimo.
But what I know is, its all the same book. Over and over again. Like relatives who have stayed too long, the characters just will not go home.
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then invite them for tea and sit with them awhile...
"But what I know is, its all the same book. Over and over again."
God, ain't dat da trut. I'm still at it myself, planning, thinking, taking notes, planning, thinking, taking notes, planning, thinking, taking notes. It's the merry-go-round from hell.
I don't know what's funnier, the notion of Chinese Baptists speaking in tongues, or of the merry-go-round from hell. Either way, I expect to see both in someone's novel.
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