This is the magical moment when the novel moves from something flat to something rounded and real which leaps from the page.
What have I been up to this week? I’ll be honest: writing, writing, more writing.
At 5.30am I’ve been writing. At 10pm I’ve been writing. I’ve even woken up at 2am, and take a wild guess at what I did?
Those of you who have been following this blog for a while know that I liken writing to playing Frankenstein, where the work is a body. Right now, I have the skeleton and muscles in place. It looks strong and everything works.
But there is still something missing.
I’ve got to add the skin and hair. Those little touches that make the story a thing of beauty as well as something that simply works. So how do I do that? Well, it involves all those little details: sights, smells, textures, atmosphere, and the like. I am literally fleshing out my tale. Characters are still revealing little secrets and traits about themselves, all of which are added.
This is the magical moment when the novel moves from something flat to something rounded and real which leaps from the page. This is when it comes to life.