Finally, a day of decent writing. More and more I find myself writing a scene backwards, starting fro the pinnacle moment and working up the page. Someone gets shot, track up a line and write about the gun going off, then up another line and someone pulls the trigger. I wonder if anyone else does this. It’s surprisingly effective.
I have the “day-off,” but I still need to check in at the office. I’m bringing my lap top and will write at work. Reading the Kakutani review of Nabokov’s “Laura,” about how he worked “feverishly” during his last days, inspired me. I’m a fan of the tortoise method: regular, plodding work, chiseling the book page-by-page, until it’s done. But maybe I could stand a little fever. I’ll have time over the Holiday to seriously work, so maybe I’ll push myself a little. I’m in the final rough patch, traversing the wilderness between the first two thirds and the ending, so far as it exists in my mind. It’s around this stage the book can take final form in my head; now might be the time to take a breath and grasp it.
Today’s “research for the book” Firefox tabs: Google Image search for ‘bustle’; Wikipedia page for Dublin; Dictionary.com for “snoozled.”