Off from the day job for a few days to work on the book.
Inevitably, when I return, people will want to know how much I got done. Right now I've done three chapters. That number will surely increase.
But what they don't understand is that novel work is not all about just the writing. You can't always measure your work in pages. For me, it's about:
* Listening to that band whose work inspires me.
* Listening, for the first time, to Chopin.
* Reading lyrics. Then rereading them again. And again. And...
* Connecting with those people who inspire me, even though they might be bad for me. Good for the novel > bad for me.
* Reading things that other people have written (so much of writing is about reading--especially when you're constantly analyzing what you like and what you don't like, and what you think works or doesn't work in a story).
* Revisiting well-loved monsters. Hello, Dexter; hello, Benjamin Linus. Nice to see you guys again.
* Thinking about sex.
* Pondering the details of the sequel. And the next book, totally unrelated to this one and its sequel. (But only writing this book at present. Let's not overwhelm ourselves, shall we?)
* Taking long, hot showers. Often where I have some truly brilliant ideas.
I can honestly say that I've been working on this book all weekend long.