My first ninety minutes of novel writing thank you, Dena Harris
Friday, 18 September, 2009 at 11:30 AM
Updated on Friday, 18 September, 2009 at 9:23 PM by
Melody
Ninety minutes. Two hours interspersed with the occasional joke from across the room and a few quick breaks. I'm offering generous hat-tips to these interruptions. Which leaves me with at least a solid 90 minutes. Ninety is a lot of simultaneous minutes to focus on a single task. Especially if those 90 minutes request that you be quiet and sit in your seat and not listen to music or an enthralling speaker. Ninety minutes is a nice stretch if there's not a movie or performance or television show to entertain you.
There's a tiny vibrating, glowing halo around the words "90 Minutes" as I see the figures in my head today.
Ninety minutes is how long I sat on a cushy sofa, laptop on the pillow in my lap Wednesday, and wrote. And wrote. And wrote. For an hour and a half, my fingers flew over the keyboard and the ideas that have been swirling around in my head poured onto the screen in front of me.
Five full pages worth of flying fingers
More than a year ago, I decided I had finally come up with an idea that was good enough to move me from "One day I'm going to write a novel" to "It's time to think about finally writing a novel." Only, instead
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