On 19 March I began writing a novel while sitting aboard in the Burgundy waiting for the weather to change and waiting for glue to dry on a model skûtsje I was building. I had no idea where the story was going, I just started writing. I’ve read quite a few novels, but I have no real concept of what a novel’s structure is. Four weeks later, after about 80,000 words I arrived at its finish.
Since then I’ve done a lot of content and text exiting, I've created front pages and put together some ideas for a cover. My writing background is non-fiction and editing, so I have no idea whether this piece of fiction has any merit, or is simply a bunch of babbling. One way or the other, I need to get the characters out of my head and get on with living. It's off to the printers this week.
The weather still hasn't changed, but the glue on the model is probably dry by now, I haven’t checked for almost six weeks.