happy holidays to all.

i've been avoiding posting as the new blogger required me to sign in every time, and well, i don't like this. but hey, i tried today, and it remembered me. no more excuses. maybe.

i've been addicted to Miss Snark's crapometer. what fun. after reading through the hundreds of entries i realised i do have a hook myself. this is like learning a new language by immersion. who would have thought i had a hook?

my process report: i haven't been tweaking old chapters and thinking holistically about the layout -- i have these 3D images in my head of how the novel should be structured. pretty bizarre, actually. i imagine it as tapestry, but obviously it won't work in print.

i've been reading Inuit mythology, and it is said that a story is not true unless you add to it. i love it, as i am definitely adding to it.

after the crapometer the complexity of the novel got to a different level, and i am enjoying it.

i think my mind now needs some processing time, as i am eager to think and talk about the novel (i just need to find someone to talk to me about it who doesn't think it is a waste of my time and a total pile of shit), but i am not as eager to write. this tells me that my mind needs time to adjust.

i'm working on a short story which is as structurally weird as the novel, though absolutely different in content. so i will see how this works out.

i need to make a resolution though -- this time next year i will be querying agents. just watch me.