This is not to say many of these details and plot points won't change further in the (re)writing as well.
It's very organic, this fiction-writing thing. When I reread "Lighthouse", my short story that was published last year in the collection Balik Kampung, I can't retrace its genesis anymore. I know there were deliberate decisions I made at certain points to make the story go this way or that, but now that almost a year has elapsed since I finished it, I can't go back and unpick the tale and explain how or why I wrote certain bits the way I did. I kept a writing journal (which is one of the best suggestions I ever picked up, from Alexander Chee), but nothing can fully capture all the twists and turns in the mind as a story is being kneaded into shape.
I wonder what I'll think of this novel manuscript, one year from now.
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