I've been working on my novel all night. Looking at the top of the Word document, I see this -- "[START DATE: 23OCT04]" Did I really start telling this story almost three and a half years ago!? I think that's unbelievable. I can remember sitting at that old computer, my keyboard and monitor on a round glass-topped table, in my comfortable little room so long ago.
Of course I haven't been writing the thing non-stop since October, 2004, but re-reading the few chapters I've completed and re-visiting the internet links I referenced so long ago has re-energized me. Even though my back is killing me and I've been awake for over twenty-four hours now, I don't want to go to bed. I want to keep reading and writing.
"A writer lives in his head." That's the old chew and I guess it's pretty much true.
Since I reference Miguel Delibes in my novel, I looked him up again and found this nice little site. It's great. I spent a little time poking around. I can tell Ramón García Domínguez wrote the thing in Castellano (a language in which I'm fluent) and translated it to English. Little details give him away.
At any rate -- just a quick note for future reference. I think I'll bathe my little dog, Gizmo, brush his coat, put him in his cage until he dries, fix myself something to eat, then, like a champion sumo wrestler, go to sleep right after I get done eating. Hopefully I'll be up by 5:30 or 6:00 p.m.
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