That word is “writerly.” As in, “I’m thinking about writerly things tonight.”
That’s true.
I’m at the end of this novel of mine, and I quite like how it’s turned out. I’m kind of stuck on this character my book has just met. This is how my character Jay talks about him when he enters the room:
A tall man walks through them, and he’s all angles with bony fingers and a sharp, beaklike nose. He has long, greasy brown hair tied up behind his neck and bright blue eyes. I scan him up and down, my stomach turning over. Despite his long-sleeved button up, detailed black tattoo designs peek out past his wrists towards the tops of his hands.
“Joan.” is all he says, but his voice is husky, which startles me a little. I guess I expected something comical, like an annoying squeaky voice, and I don’t really want there to be anything appealing about him. At the sound of her name, Joan softens visibly. I can only see her from behind, but I bet she’s giving him that eerie smile of hers.
I focus my eyes back on the man with all the edges. He’s staring at our feet, and I bet he thinks I’m wearing shoes, too: they’ve gotten pretty dirty.
Ugh, that sure is choppy. Wrote that on a car ride in the dark yesterday. (That’s actually a good place to write, as you don’t get the chance to edit at all.)
I plan to edit this novel, maybe bug some literary agents with it. (I’ve been considering teaming up with someone. We’ll see how that works out. Phew.)
Since I’m already getting ahead of myself, I’m feeling stuck between two different projects. I’d really like to write a young adult novel (young-young adult, towards the preteen crowd), but I already have something in mind that takes place a long time after this novel is written. Luckily, you don’t need to read one to enjoy the other, so I consider it a pretty realistic project to start on.
Harumph. I’m unsure. I think I’m going to go with what was planned, and push back my Y-Y-A for later.
I feel like I don’t have nearly enough time to write everything I want to–my gosh, I’m not even twenty yet. Calm down, Katie.
More later.
