Torino printaniere, Giorgio de Chirico
Cool morning, the sky a cavernous matting of cloud from last night’s rain. Thinking about Shadow Walk, today’s writing. Worried it’ll fall to pieces and I’ll have nothing, but must remember the November novel is just to get a useful draft; it doesn’t have to be perfect.
Trail of Shadows has me in a tizzy too. Thought of additional characters, but the story, what there is of it, is changing shape, not quite coming together. Don’t know what to do with it. Don’t know how to attack the problem I’m having. Not sure what it is, but I guess it comes down to plotting what happens. Ought to relax, just follow along. See what the characters do without imposing anything, without trying to hand feed the narrative.