Vibrations from the edge of sanity

is was a top record label.  But that is largely irrel­e­vant.  Although it does help illus­trate the basic prob­lem I’m hav­ing with Monk Quixote.  I write (or at least I think I write) bet­ter in the first per­son, but nearly all of the fic­tion I’ve ever read (and liked) has been in the third per­son.  So, I’ve been writ­ing in the third per­son.  But that means I don’t get to ‘be’ me. Except in dia­logue.  Which means I end up writ­ing scenes and not chapters.

Ah well.  All’s well that ends in rep­re­sen­ta­tion.  Maybe.  I had an idea of how I could com­bine the two styles today, which also (impor­tantly for me) cre­ates fur­ther echoes with the Hitchhiker’s Guide.  I think I’m more or less done on the ideas front.  40 chap­ters should do it.… [smile]

Dull.  But impor­tant.  And seri­ously folks, you haven’t lived unless you’ve spent half an hour of your life won­der­ing whether the colour of a cat’s col­lar is sig­nif­i­cant.  Par­tic­u­larly when it’s hang­ing on a wall.  The col­lar.  Not the cat.  That would be gross.

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