Writing in this piecemeal way is turning this novel into a play: dialogue, free of all encumbrance of description, and the barest of stage directions.
“Your talk of postscripts makes me sad. Let us dance, if we aim to.”
Literally how I just wrote (“wrote”) that scene. Clearly everything composed in this between-computers and between-drafts period will have to be rewritten later. What joy is mine.
At least slogging through all the narrative signals is easier when I know exactly what needs to be there and am not trying to envision the scene as I go….