In order for me to become a master in May, I have to complete a thesis over the course of this year. This thesis is a novel-length piece, which I write and work on under the direction of a mentor from the wide world of publishing.
So my life for the past month and a half1 has been consumed by my thesis. This is partially me just informing you of this fact and partially explaining why I haven’t been blogging with any sort of consistency.
I have been absolutely eaten up by this project. Obsessive in a way I’ve never been with any other piece of writing. I think about it all the time. I dream about it2. I plan scenes in my head while shelving books at work, while riding the train, while watching television3. I’d rather be writing than almost doing anything else. I’ve been sort of acting like a real writer lately, and it’s been fun.
When I tell people that I’m working on my thesis novel, the inevitable next question is “What’s it about?” I’m still really terrible at talking about my own writing. Worse at giving an elevator pitch of it. Even worse where this particular project is concerned, because it’s just really hard to explain with any sort of brevity or sanity.
So I thought I’d let my Google search history explain it instead. Sometimes I think that being a writer is just an extended game of “The Weirdest Thing I’ve Ever Googled,” and I have been definitely winning with this manuscript.
Here is an eclectic list of my most recent Google searches relating to my manuscript:
- Miles between Geneva and Lyon
- Recipe for spiced wine
- Paradise Lost quotations in Frankenstein
- French pastries
- Slang for cyborg
- Regency winter wear
- How long does it take to dig a grave?
- Victor Frankenstein childhood
- How to tell if a cut is infected
- Parts of a bridge
- Can a bullet go through a steel plate?
- “Make me a willow cabin at your gate” full quotation
- Swiss surnames
- What color hair did Mary Shelley have?
- Regency underclothes
- How much does it snow in Oslo?
- How to say “shut up” in Dutch
I now leave it up to your active imaginations to guess for yourself what exactly my manuscript is about. Anyone care to speculate? If you need more clues, here’s a Pinterest board to help.
- Actually, since January really.
- Last night I dreamt that I was staring in a staged version of it. My subconscious is weird, man.
- Which I don’t do anymore, because I’d rather be writing.