We started by exchanging two paragraphs of what became a four-part 120,000-word novel of Neolithic life. In time we’ll revise and publish it as well, but the Norm and Burny books must come first. Below are those original two paragraphs, copied from our journal.
10/20/2011 9:44 AM jay->peggy
I propose we do some writing together, trading narrative responsibility back and forth. I’ll volunteer to be scribe, by which I mean I’ll keep whatever we write in a coherent and growing form. If you’re interested, add something. If you’re not it will save you a lot of time & energy in the upcoming.
Darkness at daybreak
We rose before first light, a rare occurrence, and were dressed and headed toward the shore when we could first barely see the path. The storm had subsided. The morning was chill and grey, but windless – so unlike last night. Whatever we might find, whatever had caused such an enormous noise, I was convinced our lives would never be the same.
10/20/2011/11:16 AM peggy->jay
What an interesting idea. What made you think of doing something like this together? If I can’t kick-start [name withheld], perhaps you can kick-start me? Is that the idea? I guess I can give it a try although I think when it comes to wrting like this, you are much better at it than I.
The path down to the beach is steep and littered with loose shale. It is difficult to manage even when dry, but last night’s storm has caused the footing to be treacherous. With our feet clad only in skins, we can feel each sharp rock as we hurry down the path. The cold air surrounds us like clouds and the beach is not yet visible because of thick fog. Our breathing is labored by cold and by fear. We have no idea what we will find when we reach the bottom of the pathway.