I’m in dream time with a new project–always a strange state of mind. Hard to tell how much actual progress I’ve made. It’s so easy to fool yourself into believing you’re working. I mean, even if you’re just goofing off, you can tell yourself, "Hey, back off, man. I’m thinking."
I can say at least this much with confidence: I have not been able to talk myself out of this one. Try as I might to shoot holes in the idea, it stubbornly persists in being bulletproof. (Well, either that, or my aim is awful–which, you know, isn’t beyond the realm of possibility.)
I guess I’ll have to write it.
Toward that end, I’ve been making notes. I have a pretty fair idea who my main character is and how he operates. I think I found my antagonist yesterday. And someone out there in cyberspace is about to be hit up as a subject matter expert. It could be any one of you. Be afraid.
Oddly, I’m still not sure if this is a short story, a novel, or something in between. I guess I should figure that out. Workin’ on it . . .
No updates for Write Club.
I’m out.
