Or am I just a moron?
I had a great day today. Didn’t have to go in to work. Got to sleep in for a change (normally up at 4:45 AM.) Spent time with my wife and daughter, who was at the sewing machine, learning how to hem pants. Played with the dogs, too. Several times. I even had time to write.
I finished chapter 6 of the novel. This is the re-write of the NaNoWriMo edition. I am adding structure, plot, as well as developing characters. You know, things people like to see when they read a book.
I also sent off a few story concepts to the illustrator. We will be having dinner on Monday (Indian food, as in = from the country) and hopefully we can agree on something. I am really excited about doing a graphic novel in a weekly serial format. I’d call it an Internet comic strip, but to me that implies something humorous, and not all of my concepts are funny.
So you know: Concept 1 involves humor. Concept 2 is satirical. And Concept 3 is hard-boiled Noir.
I’ll vote for any of them. I have a year’s worth of plots in my head for all three. Hopefully we can set a timetable for production. He has the site under construction already so that is half the battle. I will definitely share once we go live.
So the question remains. Can someone who is happy with their life be a successful writer? Or must we all be angst ridden, oppressed caffeine addicts who secretly wish that typewriters would make a comeback?
Maybe I’m not angst ridden or oppressed, but I do like my cup(s) of coffee and would it be all that bad if the typewriter became the machina de rigueur?
I think not.
Enjoy your weekend, you writers, for who knows, maybe next week you will want to climb into the attic and dust off that old Smith-Corona…