Driving at Night in a Fog

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Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. E. L. Doctorow

So I am eight months into this trip and not that far along. I have figured out why. I have no map. Which is ridiculous, considering that I am the QUEEN of planning and mapping and getting it done. And yet . . .

Detour here, backtrack there, oooh shiny distractions everywhere.

Writing, like most endeavors, is a personal journey. There is no “right” way or “master plan” that works for everyone. If one wants to go to Napa Valley from New York, there are hundreds of different routes to take to make the trip. The trip will be faster if the route is generally east to west. The trip will be considerably slower if there is a lot of north/south diversion. One is not necessarily better than the other, the experience is just different. But just following the setting sun will not ensure that one arrives in Napa Valley. A map keeps the focus on the destination.

I now have such a map – a one-year plan with Robert Ray’s original version of The Weekend Novelist. I have made an outline out of his comprehensive table of contents to check off the steps. Whatever else I am doing in terms of research, world building, note carding, seminars, etc. will be coordinated with my project as I work through the 52 weeks.

Because I do not want to end up in Death Valley instead of Napa Valley, where I purchased the very refreshing Domaine Carneros Blanc de Noir that I am enjoying this very minute.

Weekend One is just ahead!

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