Wed, Jul. 30
... Sing me a song
I'm going to be really sad when I finish working on my novel. I've already done a ton of editing this summer, and
Laurel's help has been invaluable, and I've got more that needs to be done. I've got so many ideas, and I talk about the characters like they're real people. Laurel hears about them more often than she hears about real friends that I have. When I'm finished with it, and I move on to the next project, I'm going to feel like I'm leaving something behind.
I think I'm going to have to write a sequel. Maybe not this year, but maybe *gasp* not as part of Nano. Or maybe for Nano 2004, once I have time to let myself mature and the characters develop with me. We'll see. But I don't think I've experienced the last of them. I need to find out what happens. The book can stand alone--it doesn't need a sequel to be complete, but maybe...
The first novel that Madeleine L'Engle wrote was The Small Rain, which she wrote when she was in the 20's. The sequel, A Severed Wasp, was written at least 40 years later, and it's set at least 40 or 50 years after the first one. It uses flashbacks and so on to fill in what happened between the books, and the main character is in her 70's. She said that she couldn't have written the sequel until she had lived enough life to know what she was writing about... I don't even know if she ever intended to write a sequel. But she did. And the way it's written is really something special.
I'm not comparing myself to her by any means, but I wonder where my writing will go over the years. What will I do with it--will it become more than just a hobby? I don't see it being a career, but maybe it'll be a sideline thing.
In any case, I can't see myself ever not writing, whether that's journalling, or writing fiction, or what. I think it's too much a part of me.
Anyways. We're going to go shopping now, for some rather important necessities. Should be fun.
infinite || abyss
posted at 12:48 p.m.
