return of the novel
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2005.05.24
I managed to spend two solid hours on my novel, today. I worked through one of the sections I hope will be funny (rather than unintentionally funny, as with the rest). It was a chapter on an extended office "working meeting" designed to depict many things: the main character's inability to just get along; the disjoint between worker bees and the real goings on in any organization; the dismal way in which things are communicated within organizations. It's also supposed to provide some comic relief, because the next (extensive) section is pretty dry.
I think it might need another read, still. But it's fun work, so I'm not complaining.