I still haven’t made much of a dent in the novel, but I still have seven days to reach the ever elusive 50k. Much of my poor wordcount at this point can be attributed to sheer laziness and a sudden rediscovery of Super Mario Brothers. Those bastard hatchet twins, I tell you…
Other than the first chapter being in heavy need of revision (which is one of the reasons you may not see text of the novel until December 1st, as I’m going to press on for wordcount sake rather than fix it now), the title just doesn’t sit with me. Sixteen Permutations has a specific image as a book for me — I know the kind of mood a book with that title should have, and I know what kind of cover it has — and I get none of that feeling from the novel I’m writing.
So, as of now, this project is no longer called Sixteen Permutations. I’m temporarily calling it How To Prove Your Insanity until I can find a better one. That’s the strange thing about going into a novel knowing its title — chances are the novel you end up with is not the one you thought you were writing, and the title must be shed or kept aside.
I’m pretty sure that one day a novel called Sixteen Permutations will be written by me, and it will be the one whose cover image is sitting in my head — but not right now.
Right now I have a wordcount to catch.
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