Twelve hours at the writing desk. The body aches and the word machine is depleted. Finished a short story in English, around 3500 words, and immediately started drafting the Arabic version. First time writing fiction in Arabic in a good... 20 years maybe? Which makes me slow and sluggish, but also makes the experience itself exciting. What can I say, I get off on trying new shit.
One of the interesting things emerging from this process is that in drafting the Arabic, I'm not doing a super faithful translation, but rather I find myself making drastic changes along the way. Not just in dialogue or choice of words or sentence structuring, but even in characterization and plot details. Changes that I feel would make for a better story. So much so that once I'm done with the Arabic, I'm likely to go back to the English draft and rewrite it accordingly.
As I begin to build momentum in my approach to PROJECT HOURGLASS, I'm already anticipating the three major disruptions I have in store for me in coming months:
- Kiddo for two weeks.
- Istanbul for a week.
- Dresden for a week.
Other than that, I should be able to dedicate the bulk of the six months that remain to PROJECT HOURGLASS. As far as TSG goes—which has been complete for months now—still no concrete development on that front just yet.