The torture of writing, posted January 9, 2007 at 12:08 PM
I started another novel. So far it seems to me rather narrow and mean; a little pinchbeck; repetitious, halting; a bit purblind; not too inspired; somewhat lacking in imagination; rising to sudden and uncalled-for flights of fancy, only to fall as flat as a da Vinci designed plane; perhaps it errs too on the side of insistence, of promising to deliver more goods than it's got; nor is its language remarkable for freshness, force or felicity. Its wits is in its feet and its feet are in the mud. |