School's sort of out for the summer -- which for UCR means till the end of September -- so, aside from marking and meetings and general admin, I've been able to begin work on the new novel that side-swiped me after the news of winning the Norton Award. I had been trying to continue work on one of the two novels I've had on the back burner for a few years now, when my concept for one of them began to change. In fact, it changed so much that it's no longer anything like the novel I'd planned. At all. The decade and the protagonist's name and sex are the same, but that's about it. Different location, different storyline, different characters, different dilemma, different solution. There was another key change as well; for the first time in a very, very long time, I didn't feel my energy ebbing away as I began to contemplate all the research, thought and writing a novel entails. I wrote up a two-page summary for my agent and began research and writing immediately. As of today's 471 words, I'm now 3,110 words in. Agent likes the idea, thinks it needs fleshing out. So do I. We'll have a telephone writing conference together sometime over the summer. Here are some of today's words:
Clara folded her dress and smalls around her pistol. She laid them down atop her boots in an alcove that stank of beer piss and dried jism. Her belly grumbled. All animal ichors smelled like food to the creature. Clara went over to Samuel. Knelt by his side. The beast inside sent a surge of joy. Yes. Prey. Feast. And then a bile of disappointment when it realized Clara was going to do nothing of the sort. Instead, she examined Samuel’s clothes. Not much blood on them. Some on the collar.