The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 194: He thought about what else needed to be done before Monday arrived.
He thought about what else needed to be done before Monday arrived. The list was short as there were no files he brought home and no reports to file. It mostly included making certain his laundry was complete and that his lunch was made for the following day. With that done, James turned his attention to Shakespeare. He decided attempting to read the play all the way through so that he could get a feel for the story and the words on the page was a good first step. ‘Later I can watch some of the film adaptations.’
James read until his brain could take no more of the Shakespearian English. Then he watched a few episodes of the television show and called it a night.
The pattern for the week was easy to slip into. James woke. He swam and went to the office. At night he made something basic for dinner and then read a small amount of the play before switching to the television. The next morning he got up and did it all again. Friday he varied his plan by picking up dinner at the soup and sandwich shop instead of cooking. Saturday, he made pancakes after swimming .
Saturday the workbench and shelving unit he ordered arrived and James spent the afternoon installing them before putting another load of boxes into the recycling bin. That night he finished his first read through of Macbeth and when he settled down to watch television, he flipped through the available options and chose one of the many film adaptations to watch.
The following week, flowed in much the same way. James was able to complete more laps in the pool without needing as much resting time and instead of reading Macbeth at night he began working his way through a podcast that broke down Macbeth. There was a limited amount of literary analysis he was able to take in any one sitting, but it did make the show he was watching to keep up with those in the office seem like a sweet treat. It was like the after dinner mint following a hearty meal.
By the end of the week, he worked through the analysis of Macbeth, treated himself to another meal out and watched a different film adaptation. As he pulled the film up he saw many different versions of the film, some filmed in modern day clothing rather than in Shakespearian get up. He added them to his list and filtered them into his watching.
Another week slipped by. He finished with Macbeth and chose King Lear as his next option, mostly because he couldn’t remember it at all frim his high school English class. He was certain they covered it, but his knowledge of it being about a king named Lear was more from the title than any actual memory.
While James hoped that the Shakespeare and the study would be like exercise for his brains, the physical exercise of his body was beginning to have an effect. James noticed that some of his clothing was getting loose in places and tighter in others. ‘At least it is in places I don’t mind,’ he thought. The looseness appeared around his waist, while the tightness was across his arms and shoulders. He didn’t have a scale in the house and as the changes were minimum, James dismissed them as just a sign that he was actually using his body rather than just sitting behind a desk all day.
“Well, In addition to sitting behind a desk all day,” he amended.