Oops. I thought we’d reached the end of the storyline about Agnes writing her first novel. I was wrong:
Agnes by Tony Cochran
The obvious reaction would be to scoff at Agnes for her lack of gumption. She’s a quitter! I mean, of course a novel requires lots of words and of course writing those many, many words can sometimes feel like drudgery. But then I thought back to what I’d accomplished on my revisions over the past two days and realized that I, too, am a sentencist. I spent hours writing and rewriting the same lines, trying to find the tone and rhythm I need in order to revise the entire novel. My word count for those days is pretty minuscule. On the other hand, I finally produced the sentences I needed in order to move forward.
For the time being, I’m satisfied with my status as sentencist; I just have to remember that eventually those sentences need to come together to form a novel and that ideally the novel will be completed in this lifetime.
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Tracy Abell 