The Florence novel reaches its halfway mark
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
When you write as I do—in between things and only after everything else is done—you begin to wonder if this percolating creature is any good, if you will want it (someday) to belong to you. I have been working at the oddest hours of night on Florence, then putting the novel aside, then returning. I have not been able to hold the whole in my hands. I have been frustrated by fragments.
Last night, in the sweetest chocolate fold of 4 AM, I returned to Florence, read these first 120 pages through. It coheres, I think, and it interests me deeply. It is the book that I want to keep writing.
And so I send the first 25,000 words to Tamra Tuller, now at Chronicle Books. I want the conversation we will have as this story and its people take me deeper into their strange and (to me) beautiful and abiding mystery.
Last night, in the sweetest chocolate fold of 4 AM, I returned to Florence, read these first 120 pages through. It coheres, I think, and it interests me deeply. It is the book that I want to keep writing.
And so I send the first 25,000 words to Tamra Tuller, now at Chronicle Books. I want the conversation we will have as this story and its people take me deeper into their strange and (to me) beautiful and abiding mystery.
3 comments:
It was probably the chocolate - but I did pray some heartfelt stuff for you at around 1:00 a.m. That Old Guy upstairs has a great ear for listening. ;)
I care. Oh, I care. I care. You know I care.
How wonderful!
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