Ten days to go. Well, there's a wee bit longer but I'm giving myself ten days to get everything down on paper, put into some sort of order, re-written and printed out. It's not long. For the first time in my life I might find myself pulling a couple of all nighters. And if that happens, God help anyone who crosses me. I need my sleep - without it I'm not responsible for my actions.
This makes me sound like big, bad Anne. In reality if anyone crosses me I'm more likely to just start crying uncontrollably. I think the crying might be harder to deal with.
I had a serious wobble the other day. I started writing about Lipton as if he was a character I could speak to and he replied. It's quite a nice literary device for a short story but I began to think he sounded like a ghost. I couldn't imagine writing 20,000 let alone a book like this so I stopped. Okay - I had a mad panic about it before I stopped, calling people and almost crying but it's sorted now - with some good advice and a lot of wine.
The good thing which came out of it was I think it the prose is a bit lighter and less informationy and it freed my style up a bit. It now seems a wee bit more interesting - hopefully.
My big problem is still the structure - how I'm going to link it all together into one cohesive whole. I think it's time to do one of my narrative mapping things to see how it's panning out. By doing this I can see where the first and third person narration is coming. It's quite useful. And if that doesn't help I might need to just print it all out and stick it on the walls. That'll be fun.
I've noticed I haven't give you a Lipton fact recently. Well did you know the confirmed bachelor was actually married and had a couple of kids? He kept them quiet. Oh, and he was meant to be gay. The marriage and kids can be verified but the gay part can't
Oh God - look at the time.
I'd better get on with it. Only nine and a half days to go.
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