Here’s a snippit of today’s writing. Three and a half pages. Once again I awoke at an ungodly hour and couldn’t go back to sleep. The same caveat applies to this as in yesterday’s post on the subject. This may get edited or removed from the final product.
As a chronicle of the writing of the book while its being written I would like to say in today’s post that although my output is modest today I was very pleased. Had my grandson not awoken at 5am and called out for fifteen minutes until I attended to him I could have kept writing for hours. From the moment I began writing I knew exactly how to put my complicated story together. I know its complicated because this evening while recovering from a hectic weekend I spent nearly two hours confusing my better half about a single slice of this story. I told her that writing this would either help me stave off dementia because of its intellectual demands or hasten it.
This was a particularly important chapter – the very first one. I’ve been reluctant to proceed on it for months because it must thread together many other slices of the story without losing the reader. I think I’ve figured out how to do it.
I’m praying for a good night’s sleep. It would be the first in three days. If I get it there’s no telling how much I’ll get done tomorrow. Ten pages would be a miracle. Claudia says she’ll spend the day decorating the tree I hauled in with the grandson on Saturday. While I told her about the book she kept staring past me at it and whenever I paused she would repeat in something of a daze, “That’s a really big tree.” When I brought it in she told my daughter that she would never again let me go and pick out a tree without her. Come to think of it that may why she had such a hard time following me tonight.
“Whatever happened to the ‘little black book’ that Gordy always waved under people’s noses was anybody’s guess although there was little doubt that somebody knew its fate. Gordy had bragged so often about the damning details it supposedly contained that his insurance policy had probably come to the attention of powerful people who had something to fear from its potentially embarrassing revelations”
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