I’ve tried lots of times to reframe/update/rework the first full novel I wrote. Two days ago, I decided to give that up and let it be a piece of the past. That night I received a very striking dream image. Yesterday I couldn’t restrain my hand from writing about it.
Writing’s not due to choice, really. When it’s going well, you’re just taking dictation. Oddly, I can only write fiction by longhand. I feel the rhythm and hear the words much more clearly. Longhand transports me into a meditative state in a way that typing into a PC does not. PCs are only useful for the clerical part of the business.
