Mike "Pops" Klumpp

More on not moron. Haha. Well, subjective.

I am working on my novel Tanglewood. I have taken to scheduling two hours each day devoted to writing. At least an hour is pure Tanglewood.

Today, the first hour was dedicated to continuing the story. The story has jumped the rail and is off on its own path now. I am merely an observer.

As I said in a previous post, the book is about someone unpacking a box. Today, we were specifically in the narrator’s office looking at the loose papers, spirals, tablets and folders which are scattered about the office, the result of the contents of the box being launched into the air like a box of leaves. The leaves had landed in random madness, an effort to create chaos from order and hence madness which represents itself, as opposed to order imposed on madness. You see, the contents of the box are the lone surviving files and notes of a Dr. Quew, a psychiatrist who had been working at Tanglewood before the institution burned. Our narrator discovered the box and has become obsessed with discovering its meaning. What is the message? What is the witness? What is Tanglewood.

The narrator made some progress today searching for clues among the leaves. This was never my intention, mind you. Tanglewood has taken over. The book is writing itself.

All that being said, I felt today was a productive day. I wrote. I typed. (Can we say that? I keyboarded? Waterboarding for writer? Making the writer confess the secrets they might hold within?) OK. I typed. I blogged. – There ya’ go – I blogged therefore I am.

Pops, out!

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