Can’t talk, writing a novel

Just crossed the 5.5k mark. I’m aiming at 2,000 words a day and so far all of my characters are miserable, except the cat. Writing was hard the first day, it’s flowing a lot better now.

The St Louis region is in a Word War with Indianapolis IN, Dayton OH, Columbus OH, and (probably) Louisville KY. We have an official write-in on Sunday, 3-5pm at the Bread Co in Clayton on Central.

It’s quite hard to describe Abraham Lincoln without mentioning who he is. I’m hoping at least someone will get who I’m talking about when they read the first chapter. Several characters are clamouring for bigger roles, and the cat, who was only supposed to be an incidental character, has turned out to have a pivotal role.

2 thoughts on “Can’t talk, writing a novel”

  1. Tip: How Not To Do It:

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    The man strode into the room, with a stride that was exactly like that of Abraham Lincoln. He was dressed in just the style Lincoln preferred, right down to the smallest detail. He reached Abe’s favourite chair, sat, and casually crossed his legs in exactly the manner that Lincoln had so often done before.

    At that moment, it seemed to every other person in the room that Abraham Lincoln himself had arrived, and was sitting before them.

    It turns out there was a reason for this…

  2. Go, you! I’m just shy of 2500. Bleh. But there’s a really good reason, which I’ll give at the write-in. Hint: it involved a paid gig.

    See you there!

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