I listened to The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer on the drive to my family’s house. It inspired me with the intensely personal quality of the narrative. An earlier draft of this novel was done all in diary entries, and I’ve been writing some of those in this draft, too. But sometimes when I’m thinking about what my plot is going to look like, the prose gets flattened because everything in it is about where the story is going horizontally. Jennifer Lynch reminded me to bring the confessional fire to these journal entries. It was very helpful. I remain on track with 37,829 words total. Pretty exciting. Even if, like the roads I drove today, the draft contains a fair bit of slush.