I'm sitting here in my room at Starr Pass at my National Board Candidacy Working Retreat, trying to write the instructional context passage for Entry 1 of my portfolio. And it is so quiet. So quiet. And my eyes keep drooping mid sentence.
Several times today, I took a break from my National Board work by opening up my novel and adding to it. I am writing in fragments, writing the chunks I know I will need. I am allowing myself long paragraphs of telling, figuring I can go back and turn those passages into scenes at a later time.
I have decided to have the point of view shift from first to third person throughout the novel, although I'm not going to tell why... that would be giving too much away. If it doesn't work out I could always go put it all in first person... see? right there I was falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. It's so quiet here. I haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks. The weird thing is, I haven't had any vivid dreams for a long time, either. I was hoping writing fiction would maybe bring some dreams on, but so far, no. Not even anxiety dreams. Isn't that funny?
I'm going to go lie down, now, and snooze a little. I'm sure I'll be continuing to work tonight. On my professional writing and my nanowrimo novel. The professional writing, I'm sure will be fine if I devote the time and effort to it. The novel? Well, it's getting better as we go onward. I'm thinking it's a young adult novel... unless I can find a way to bust it free.
Several times today, I took a break from my National Board work by opening up my novel and adding to it. I am writing in fragments, writing the chunks I know I will need. I am allowing myself long paragraphs of telling, figuring I can go back and turn those passages into scenes at a later time.
I have decided to have the point of view shift from first to third person throughout the novel, although I'm not going to tell why... that would be giving too much away. If it doesn't work out I could always go put it all in first person... see? right there I was falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. It's so quiet here. I haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks. The weird thing is, I haven't had any vivid dreams for a long time, either. I was hoping writing fiction would maybe bring some dreams on, but so far, no. Not even anxiety dreams. Isn't that funny?
I'm going to go lie down, now, and snooze a little. I'm sure I'll be continuing to work tonight. On my professional writing and my nanowrimo novel. The professional writing, I'm sure will be fine if I devote the time and effort to it. The novel? Well, it's getting better as we go onward. I'm thinking it's a young adult novel... unless I can find a way to bust it free.
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