I've been working on Chapter Sixteen for two whole weeks now. And with half term getting in the way, it's not likely that I'll finish it for another two weeks. It has a huge long conversation in it which is vital for everything that happens afterwards and I've already worked on it at great length before. Each time I think I've got it right and each time I realise it's lame. You'd think that a bit of talking and information exchange would be easy to write but every tiny nuance of emotion has to be precisely correct. Keeping out of clichéd waters is immensely difficult too and steering clear of those nasty adverbs (she said angrily) a constant threat. The conversation is pages long in what appears will be the longest chapter too. I'm starting to wonder if I'm ever going to get it right.
I live in Bloomsbury.
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