Today: 12 degrees C or about 53 degrees F Sunny
I am working on rewriting a mystery I wrote twenty years ago. I loved the idea then; I was obsessed by it. I wrote the bulk of it in ten days and it was short-listed for a provincial novel-writing competition. But I was never happy with it, and always thought I would get back to it. In the meantime, I put it aside and went on to other things. But this line jumped out at me and I was hooked.
I think I have a hard copy of the old manuscript somewhere. I don’t know whether to look for it or not. Not that it matters. What I’m writing now is very different from what I wrote then. The plot is basically the same, but the details will be different, as well as the voice. I wrote 7,000 words this weekend. Not a bad start.
That’s Lola at three months. She is now nine months old
and desperately needs a haircut.