So far this month, I’ve been slowly moving forward on the last chapters of my novel-in-progress. I’ve noticed that now that I know what must happen in the novel, it is more difficult to move forward. I’ve been writing this novel in line with E.L. Doctorow’s observation: “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” Now that I have directions to the end, I’ve slowed down.
In the meantime, I’ve been dipping into some very short fiction. I have a few prose poems on submission to journals, and one of them has been accepted, coming out mid-March. I also have a flash fiction piece out on submission, one that I really like—I think it could be one of my best. Fingers crossed it lands in the right spot.
I have a reading at the end of this month, January 29th at Capitol Cider in Seattle. It’s part of their Literary Happy Hour series and features new work from local writers. I’ll be reading a couple of scenes from the new novel. It will be the first time I read from this novel in public, so I’m excited to see how it goes over.