Quarantine Project Day 19
Sometimes these things find their own antidote. I expressed concern about how much of the action was rolling out in dialogue the other day, and then a chapter delivers itself in a dialogue-free first person narrative. This is going to have an enormous effect on the overall shape of the novel and will influence the second draft enormously.
Drat. Who is piloting this craft?
There's a full-rig ship, ploughing the swollen waves of a dark and mist-enfolded ocean. I wonder who is captaining this lonely ship. I look up at the cabin and through the misted glass I can see the wheel making creaking movements but sometimes I think there's no-one there. No-one in charge at all. Then at other times I get a glimpse of a ghostly figure prowling the cabin back and forth. I make my way to the deck, open the door and finally I get to see the captain's face in full light. And it's.... aggghhhh!
Etcetera.
A ghostly hand has scrawled in the ship's log: day 19, wordcount 2337, still no sign of a new metaphor.
(For previous blogs in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")
