Russell Kirkpatrick's Journal
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Sometimes writing is like mud wrestling. Dirty, slippery, humiliating and ultimately pointless. At the writer's retreat in Metung, however, the words are coming in a pleasing quality and quantity. It's a new project, and I'm feeling very positive about it. This project really fills the gap left after I'd finished with the Three Continents. I appear to be leading the word count, although my fellow writers - not a mathematician among them - advocate gross rather than net word count. I point out to them that a novel's final word count is the number of the words in the manuscript, not including the number of words written but left out. (On an unrelated note, I'm using Safari and it doesn't let me insert returns, so this will all be one paragraph.) I must say, having read over my fellow retreatees' manuscripts, mine seems rather lacking in sex, torture and sex. Isn't that right, Donna.
your manuscript needs to get down and dirty? Granny suggests you write in a mud wrestling scene. *smiles innocently*
*fingers in ears* LALALALALALALA!
You can always add the sex, torture and well, sex, in later ;)