I’ll never be a plotter (she writes, with apparent conviction). Or, anyway, I haven’t been to date. So, as much as I am drawn to the idea of writing a complex, multi-layered mystery, I know, once I’ve sifted through the details, and outlined, I’ll be bored and drop it. Lately, I’ve had other ideas. The notion of a comedy quickly spilled over into something rather more absurd. Will I pursue this one? Possibly. I have three characters, and 3000 words. That’s a boatload more than I had last weekend. And the tone, the snarky, knowing tone, inhabits the description from the first sentence. It feels good to write, whether or not it comes to anything.
I wasn’t worried, exactly. Not exactly. GIRAFFE PEOPLE taught me writing patience. The story is there, and it will find me.
I write books about nothing, where nothing ever happens, without action. So I tell myself.
Ha! Bett, that might be the best writing advice I’ve ever heard.
Isn’t the goal to write lives?