If the Muse is playing hard to get, I start with a scene I feel I know better, and if that works, I write another one. And then I join them up.
Plans so detailed as to be half a book in themselves. Finishing off each day with a paragraph in capitals of What I Am Going To Write Next. Rehearsing the next section in my head as I walk the dog.
Most often I get stuck at the ends and beginnings and of chapters. I can't start the next chapter until the end of the last one is right. I know this usually means that whatever I've written has to be cut.
The routes to possession of a book are many and various; you might, for example, have stolen it. Instead I will simply thank you for deciding to read it.
When I simply consumed books with no aspiration to write one, every novel was a plus. It existed only to give me joy and if it failed there were plenty others.
Novels, depending on the genre, allow the reader to bring much of their own personal life to their stories, whereas plays are a different beast and rely on a great production and great acting.
I was writing my first novel, a convoluted, pretentious and, as it turned out, unpublishable thriller. "How do you feel about it?" he asked.
Between my laptop and a thriving aloe vera plant is my hand-drawn map of the world of my current novel; I have to control that space before I can know how the story will unfold there.