I’m working on a new novel. I find myself in a strange position. Each passage I’ve managed to write has been in the form of a snapshot. As if I have to lift the camera and capture it quickly before the image disappears.
In other words, I’m only able to write moments. Not scenes.
If I didn’t know better, if the very thought of writing poetry didn’t cause me to break out into hives, I’d think I was writing a verse novel.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It’s just…well…
Someone please. Help. Me.