At drinks last night I was asked to talk about my novel and thereafter spent 30 minutes in thorough explanation of my insanity. It was actually the first time I’d given a play-by-play since 2010 and the summary was followed by a conversation about how novels change over time. My primary focus (and challenge) now is eliminating a character who serves as the overarching thematic voice, the God, the lesson. He’s an alien.
While recalling the different forms this novel has taken while in progress, I couldn’t help but reflect on how those forms are consistent with the various shapes of my life over the years. Writers will always change and thus, work (malleable as most stories are), becomes at risk of perpetual “editing” while we feel just right about our own ever-changing lives.