Got bored today, so I went down to the Fairfield Commons to grab lunch and peruse the Barnes & Noble. Also brought my laptop in case I felt moved to write. I did, and produced a quick thousand words. Now I am typing up this blog entry and trying not to stare at all the hipster kids with their skinny jeans, Uggs, scarves, and too tight clothing. It is very hard. I already feel overly conspicuous just being here with my laptop.

Oh, great. Coldplay is playing over the satellite radio. Just kill me now.

Moving on. Must finish this quickly and get the hell out of here.

Work on PROPHECY GIRL continues to progress at an agreeable pace. The other night I finally came up with a way to properly tie together the first chapter with the rest of the story. When I started writing PG a few weeks ago, the beginning was giving me a hell of a time. I’ve known the very first sentence for a number of years, and have had a general idea of what needs to happen in the opening chapter. In fact, I’ve written the first chapter several times before, but have never been satisfied with it.

So instead of agonizing over it for another month or year or whatever, I simply skipped the first chapter and moved onto the next chapter that I had a grip on. Once I did that, the words came out pretty easily. And then the other night, with most of Part One now sussed out, an interesting (at least I hope) and workable first chapter sort of sprung into existence in my head. I stopped making dinner, went over to the lappy, and spent the next hour transcribing what amounted to a braindump of ideas and notes. And then as I was writing those down, a number of thoughts and ideas on the middle and end Parts presented themselves, and I wrote those down as well.

I was damn well starving by the time I was finished, but very happy.

Now: time to leave Barnes & Noble before I start using scarves as murder weapons.