Lunch felt a bit weird today. For I don’t know how long, I’ve been munching on my sandwiches and working my way through corrections—striking through redundant words and inserting new sections and inflections. Today though, I started to sum up the last 412 pages of story in one‐side of A4. It’s a process whereby I have to stand back from my novel – stand further back than I ever have before – and observe the story from afar, putting down the saliant points and the major road‐markers to the journey.
It’s an odd experience. Thankfully, I had a copy of