Wednesday, 24 September 2014

I thought things were going too well

I should have stuck with my earlier post. My day job has reminded me just how busy it can get and I haven't been able to type anything extra to the novel since the last posting. Still hopeful I might get some good time in this weekend.

The planning stage for novel number three is well underway - the lead baddie won't leave me alone.

It's going to be another horror with a good deal of it set in Solihull in the 1970s - wonder why that is? could I have been a kid in the 1970s and in Solihull?

Hmmh! Odd that.

I'm getting the feeling the gap I was intending to leave after the one I'm trying to get finished won't be an option. The big bad wants to come to life.

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Writing Update

I just re-read the blog entry I typed on the seventh of September. I thought I was being optimistic about finishing the first draft of my science fiction novel by the end of October - believing the end of November was more likely.

It's sixteen days later and the word count is at seventy one thousand. I think it'll probably go up another five hundred to a thousand words this evening and I'm hoping it will be done before the end of this month.

You could say I got a bit of a spurt on.

Okay, that doesn't make it done by any means. I'll then print it out and read it - check I've got the timeline right and that the plot ties together. Then I'll let a friend or two give it a read.

I'm going to hope to have it with a publisher before the end of the year - then it's the waiting game.

Wish me luck (and no I don't believe in luck in that way but the thought is a nice one)

Sunday, 7 September 2014

Writing has resumed

I posted a short and not totally informative post a little while back intending to update it shortly afterwards.

Well time passed and I didn't get back to it. Not until today and it took a prompt to get me to do so. Joy V. Smith (whose blog can be found at posted a comment to my aforementioned brief post. It kind of shamed me into typing more into this.

I know I should, if I want to be a writer, be able to type blog entries regularly but I've never truly felt anyone should want to hear what I'm thinking about general things and as I hadn't done any really new writing in some years due to a few personal issues I didn't have anything I felt typing into here would be of any benefit to anyone.

I could tell you of favourite TV programmes of recent days  - I'm enjoying the new Doctor Who - especially the latest episode Robot of Sherwood. I'm also happily watching my way through Silicon Valley and looking forward to the third season of the Newsroom.

I could tell you of a band I've only just come across and am enjoying listening to (Californian folk rock band Tempest) or albums due out soon that I am desperate to hear (Second Nature by Flying Colors) or even old favourites that have found  their way repeatedly into my CD player (and don't tell me I should do MP3s - I like the physical nature of an object and still regret selling my vinyls some years back). The oldies by the way were Suzanne Vega, Frank Zappa, Tom Waits, Bruce Springsteen, King Crimson - I could go on.

Or I could tell you my thoughts on the upcoming Scottish Referendum - I'm hoping they vote to stay in the Union as I love the unique family of nations that makes up the United Kingdom. Or even the prospect of the Tory party leading my country disastrously out of the EU.

Does any of that matter to anyone though?

Does it matter if I told you I love visiting Italy, Belgium, Holland, France, Germany and am looking forward to going to Sweden for the first time next year - enough to be considering taking a basic Swedish course to prepare for the trip?

I have written blog posts in the past about all kinds of subjects. These were back in the days when I first tried my hand at writing and felt regular postings here would be a way of trying to spread the word.

I stopped writing - I stopped blogging.

But now I have started writing again - to a level I'd never attempted before. I've finished a first draft of a horror novel. It came in at almost exactly hone hundred thousand words and is now with a good friend of mine giving it a read.

While I am waiting I started a science fiction novel that is up to thirty five thousand words and I'm happy that the reason for the ending came to me the other day. I think it's probably going to clock in somewhere near ninety thousand words and I'm hoping it will be done before the end of October - although I will admit it's more likely to be before the end of November.

I'm back to having a pile of notepads alongside my bed which are receiving mad midnight scribblings of other ideas. I feel I will have to turn one of them into a novel as soon as I have done with the first tow and have them submitted somewhere. It just won't leave me alone. The full plot, characters, locations and several scenes keep swimming through my mind and are stopping me sleeping at night.

I'm just going to have to get on with it I guess.

Wish me luck