The First One to Speak Loses

Epigraph is from one of my favorite books.

What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory—meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby rescued from oblivion—is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling. Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end. In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw.

—William Maxwell, So Long, See You Tomorrow

Friday, July 12, 2013

Day 11: July 12, 2013

4 nights and 3 more days. I will be burning the midnight oil (oh no not a cliche?). Well at the very least I'll be taking advantage of this time. Sunny & hot today, which helped me stay inside and work. Today I focused exclusively on Chapter Ten, which resulted in two more versions for the ending. I also read it OUTLOUD, even though I despise the sound of my voice. Tomorrow I plan to print out the entire manuscript again-now 136 pages, and as recommended by the experts, go to a different location than where you write and read it with blue pen in hand. I may go to the library, which has comfortable chairs. I'll strategically sit in the fiction section and visualize my novel on the shelf.

And speaking of books. Here are a few more titles that have inspired me this week . . .






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