Writing Progress: Grungy realism

Tuesday night, in my after-work writing stint at the library, I had to draw a diagram of my main character to keep track of her tattoos.

Last night I was writing about heroin.

Grungy realism? Or trying too hard? You be the judge.

And soon. Very soon. I think I'm on track for my writing project plan. I might even be a little ahead of schedule. But I don't want to say that too loud, in case the gods read my blog and pwn me for hubris.

*sacrifices goat just in case*

The second draft feels like it's going well, like the book is deeper and richer and more powerful because of it. Of course, I won't really know how it's going until I print the thing out and read over it again. I suspect I'll be wincing at how many times I repeat the same phrase or description. But that's what third drafts are for.

I wanted to write a post about the story-telling in Masterchef, the way they used editing to create characters, and describe little arcs for them, and the way it almost blew up in their faces when the "Klutzy Youth" character made it all the way to the finals.

But I can't. Brain too full of novel. Sorry.

*scurries back in to the darkness*