I think I know what my protagonist does for a living. That’s the second writing breakthrough in two days; yesterday I solved a slew of problems with my other novel-in-progress (the one I’m determined not to work on until this one is done) by reading the first few pages of Lawrence Durrell’s Justine. Must put down that book until it’s time to write the other novel.
It would be easier to talk about my novels if I gave them titles.
By the way, I spent most of the weekend curled up with Rosemary Edghill’s Bell, Book, and Murder. Lovely stuff. According to her FAQ, there’s a fourth, unpublished Bast novel. I want it. (This instant! You hear?)
I loaned Sliding Doors to a co-worker over the weekend, and we spent the last part of our lunch break slinging quotes.
Russell: You want my opinion?
Gerry: Will I like it?
Russell: Well, of course not! It’ll be based in reality.
