The weather is shifting to real Winter mode here in Michigan. For me, that means I will try to hibernate and spend the Winter writing on the new typewriter (which is becoming more and more beautiful to me now that my macbook is prone to random shutdowns and data-erasing). Everyone often comments on how the second novel is hell to write. Zadie Smith wrote somewhere that it is often a process in repudiation of the one the writer undertook for her first book. That was the case for me until recently. Recently, I have begun to wonder how exactly I managed to write my first draft of the first novel. I am superstitious by nature, so I am wondering if duplication of the conditions (poverty, sleep-deprivation, etc.) would be effective. Of course, I don’t actually want to go there; for one thing, the first novel was written in a hot climate whereas this one is struggling to be born in a very cold one. Still, it has me wondering how other writers cope with the second baby.