I was deleting some old email from my work inbox when I discovered a very early draft of my book that I sent myself back in March. So it has been almost eight months since I started this thing. It’s neat to see how much of the story has remained. Back then it was written in first-person, and in a kind of diary format. That was abandoned months ago.

I liked reading it, though. First-person gives such a rich view of the character’s voice. I wonder how I can capture this using the third-person POV. I don’t know. Maybe I should quit doing so much revising and just plow through the story until I reach the end, then start massive rewrites. But it’s not like one way is better than another, right?

Anyway, I’m taking the weekend off from the book. Tonight Brian and I are flying to Virginia. In the morning we’ll drive our rented car for a few hours to Norfolk, where my brother will be married tomorrow night. It shall be a whirlwind visit. I have never been to this part of America before. I’ll take plenty of photos.