It might not have a title, but I’m drawing gaily coloured mind map after gaily coloured mind map towards this next novel.
It’s coming together slowly – painfully slowly – nameless; and the characters have attributes but no names either.
I don’t mind taking this one this slowly. I’ve drafted six novels in the last eighteen months; and 2013 was to be the year I master revising the bastards. Polishing my turds until they shine.
I’ve figured out three of the characters – and the interrelations between them. A couple of facets to each. The sum of all his fears, her calling her cynicism, ‘realism’, his flair for compromise.
So, I’ve got (or, I’m starting to get) the primary characters. Plus, I’ve got a fair old idea of the overall shape of the plot.