47,000 words. 25 days. 50 hours. 25 cups of tea. 22 pages of plot notes. 93 pages of typewritten draft. 1 Olympia Traveller. 1 Hermes 3000. 1 Smith Corona 5 (Eaton’s deluxe). 1 sore back. 1 case of nerves. 25 beers (dinner). 10 swims. 6 walks around the lake. Countless hours of pondering the plot. All just to say you wrote a book. A book you will publish yourself and that will not become a best seller, win the Booker, the Giller, the Pulitzer, or the Nobel or a million other prizes. Even if you think it should, which is ridiculous, but so what? Why else write a g–damned book?
Suddenly I want to read more of your story … !
Well done, I admire those who can finish NaNiWriMo.
Oh, I love the inverted scan of the work, may have to try that with my typecasts.
I wish it was finished! Not even close..
p92 – “truting”?
typo = trusting!
You have covered quite a range of subject Don, however somehow you do not appear to have anything on fountain pens – did I miss that? If you have any I’ll trade you for an old Remington portable. Hope to see you at Christmas!
You did miss that… but we can fix it! You should find that if you search, I hope. Glad to trade.