Index Cards and Coffee Might Save My Life

The wind is blowing in hard and cold, and you can hear it creeping around between the houses. This is the week it’s finally supposed to get really, truly, properly cold. I’m not that much of a winter person, and even less so, when it’s cold and cloudy.

I worked my way through a bunch of index cards representing the tail end of my novel.

They’re mostly chronological, which is always a plus, and they get from point A to point B.

The biggest hurdle is going to be completely ignoring the now random versions of what I’ve already written, and writing to match what needs to be there.

No, really.

I enjoy the thing where the scene is recognizably something… but has the wrong characters in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I have the wrong person being beaten up. The wrong funeral. The wrong entity moving from point A to point B. (And that’s no small feat, since the thing that should be moving is a temple, and the thing that should not be moving is a human being. I can’t tell you how long that took me to figure out.

Oh, yes. And I am no longer certain that the things my main characters tell each other are… uhm… strictly speaking… true.

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