Chapter 3: London
I’m working on chapter 3, and it’s been slow. Pulling teeth. Not fun. I get little ideas, and run with them, but they usually amount to stillborn paragraphs and suicidal sentences (successfully suicidal). I also have pathetic phrasing, messy metaphors, and goofy grammar. Usually I go through this phase for an essay or for a chapter, but it doesn’t take this long. Usually after 3 or 4 hours I have a decent pile of ideas, and some of them start to stick together. Hasn’t happened yet. I have at least 4 near-paragraphs that are all only suitable as opening paragraphs. None of them currently work.