|The snow from my kitchen window|
The first three chapters are the cornerstone to a book. They determine time, pace and setting but also the protagonist's dilemma. They draw the reader into wanting to know more. By the time the snow thaws I'll be heartily sick of reading them. I'll know it is time to close my laptop and look again at the garden without its magical sprinkling of snow, only then will I see it as it is. I'll do the same with my three chapters, I'll look at them again when I've had time to thaw from being so focussed. I will then see them as they are and not as I thought they were. It will be time to chip away at the words so that only the cusp of what I wanted to say remains. Until that happens I'll continue to look out my window and appreciate the luxury of being indoors, being immersed in my own covering of imagination as I write. Somewhere, buried in my words is the true beginning of a new novel.