“A novelist is someone who remembers events that never happened.” -Jackson Tejada
Came up with that thought as I woke up this morning. Checked the internet and it appears no one has ever said that before. So, that’s my quote. Cite me if you ever use it.
The reason that quote popped into my head this morning is because as I was waking from slumber, I was picturing the scenes I had just written the night before, and I was trying to piece together the next events, remembering, as it were, what had happened to my intrepid heroes. It is a weird, wonderful thing to experience, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until this month. Even as I barely manage to squeeze out 1,000 words after a very long hour, I am still very much in it to win it. I’m still concerned that I don’t have enough story left for 50,000 words, but I will keep writing and when the story ends, see what I have left then. I know I have a three-part epilogue that may be about three thousand words, and I just hit 43k, bringing me to 4,000 words left for the finale. I might just have enough story for that. We’ll see.