Plouf is the cat who roams freely in my workspace -- on my lap, and across the keys. 1@#46%&zzzzzz is her current URL. Plouf means splash in French; specifically the sound a fish makes when it completes the arc of a leap and plops into the water. Plouf is also the name of a seafood restaurant in San Francisco.

WRITING A NOVEL FROM SCRATCH





Well it's not like baking a cake!!  Gathering together an assortment of ingredients and following a recipe sounds like a good idea. It works as a metaphor I suppose. I've been told  that to write a novel one must have a "recipe" of sorts ... a plan, an outline, sketches of characters, a plot line.  I don't recall having any of that when I started, and if I really thought writing a novel was like baking a cake,  I would have been fearful of what kind of cake I was mixing up ... grabbing ingredients off the shelf as I went along, concocting new plot devices that came to me in a flash, much as one might toss in odd spices purely on a whim, hoping for something scrumptious to emerge.

I think I've reached my limit on the baking metaphors. The point is –– I had no plan in mind when I began writing my story.  I was struck by a photograph I saw on-line and set  out to write a paragraph or two about what the picture might have represented.  Everything else followed.    

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