Writing on the novel took a nice uptick last week, getting about 5,000-6,000 words farther along. I’m battling a bit of a head cold — and also dealing with a great deal of exhaustion from my “regular” job. My entire noggin feels bloated and otherworldly. I’ll survive, but it’s not fun right now.
I found an interview with Donald Westlake, which made me smile today. Thought I’d share it, just to show what a remarkable guy Westlake was.
This is the guy — along with Robert B. Parker — that I have in mind every time I write. Those are the standards I’d like to live up to. Having said that, I think it’s time to get back to the manuscript.