Writing: A 2008 Death Race

to say I know what I’m doing right now. Is an understatement. I feel like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, I feel like I’m snorkling in gloop. Here’s a summary for those that want to catch up: 1: novice writes 50,000 words of fiction in a...

sprinkling 100s and 1000s

I feel like I’m gardening now. Like I’m trimming a bonsai tree, or colouring in a picture book. Its a weird completely new sensation. This week I’ve been tackling the ending. Working through the paragraphs and getting creative with the...

butchering silk.

I’ve had a joyous week each lunchtime, sat in cafés and pubs supping soup and gnawing sandwiches, hacking about my text. The plot is pretty much in order now, tho I’m seriously trying to find a way around not writing mountains of text to fix my problems,...

covering myself with lard.

Today a breakthrough. And by a breakthrough, I mean a discovery of where to go for inspiration, when the shear thought of starting to rewrite an acre of pages becomes an ocean of stinging jellyfish and all you have to protect yourself is a pair of speedos and a layer...

write out of my head

I have to admit. I’m struggling now. I feel like I’ve created a monster… a really disjointed, choppy, bitty monster, that needs loads of love and attention to understand, figure out and make sense of. And I’m not looking forward to it....