Tripio The Novel

How I found my mind, brewed some coffee, and learned to write novels.

As promised, I am attempting to keep this blog as current as possible on the progress I’m making on my second novel, the prequel to Tripio, Back outta the World. I am slogging through my fourth, I believe, rewrite. This will be the final time for me to work on it alone. Once this is done, I will find an editor and we will work together.

In short, I love it. There are passages in the novel that I enjoy tremendously. In reviewing, revising and enhancing those passages, I believe that I am making Back outta the World a better experience, a better product if you will, for all future readers.

There is a peasant in every novelist“-Fitzgerald

For example, I must have been temporarily visited by genius when I revised the section where Jay and his friend Kyle visit a casino in the UP. Here, I compare the green velvet covering the poker and pool tables they are visiting that night to the green of the grass of the yards that Jay and Kyle played on as kids. Kyle is Jay’s security blanket. Jay is riddled with doubts about the purpose of the current road trip and the future he sees beyond that. Even if Kyle is not a wonderful person, Jay finds comfort in his presence. Kyle’s presence doesn’t help in this part of the novel though, as the old friends are about to get tossed out of the casino.

As I said, I now really like that bit in the book as revised. The problem is that, as of this morning, there is no way of knowing if I improved that passage in Back outta the World one little bit.

After I finish this post and cup of coffee, I am going to spend an hour or so working on the next part of Back outta the World. I placed the quote above in this post because I believe it applies directly to working on a novel. One has to work the soil everyday, as a peasant would. It doesn’t matter a hell of a lot what I think about what I did yesterday, If I don’t work the earth today, no one one eats tomorrow. A bit dramatic I know, but you get the point.

“May I help who’s next?”

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