I am pretty proud of myself this week.
I haven’t quite managed to write some SFU every night so there is still some room for improvement but I have added around 1000 new words to the story. Its a little rough around the edges, will definitely require some serious polish, but it has helped moved the story on.
Where I was somewhat stuck like a broken record, I seem to have got it spinning again.
I’m a little concerned with how much of what I have written has focused on characters outside of Jezzrael, and how some of the story ideas that I have been having are clearly not part of this core story, but on a positive note all of this has meant I have got the creative juices flowing a little easier and as time goes on I think my writing should increase in both quality and quantity.
On my way home from work I every night I see the same hand written sign cable tied to a set of traffic lights.
We Buy Houses
At least £5000
Mobile: 01111 222 333
It has prompted many a question between me and the fellow workers who I transport to work each day.
Who is desperate enough to sell there house to someone on a road side ad?
How bad does your debt problem need to be that £5K sounds like a reasonable offer for frankly any house in the UK
Did Trish come up with this idea after watching to many “Cash for Gold” adverts
And lastly but most importantly if the starting purchase price is only £5K whats a reasonable offer to make on one of these houses.
I cant quite work out if this is a brilliant example of capitalism or a damning indictment of it
I love fantasy books, and it’s because of this that I chose this genre to take my stab at writing. As with most genres there are certain inevitable truths that pepper the pages of almost every tale, and as someone who has read a lot of fantasy I have come across them all.
It was these reoccurring stereotypes, even in the most excellent of books and series that made me want to try something different in my own writing.
I am sure that despite my best intentions at least one of the many fantasy clichés will creep its way in despite my best efforts to prevent them, all I can try and do is recognise that at least attempt to make them mu own take on that cliché or utilise it to create an unexpected twist.
One of the most important and the most difficult things to do when wanting to write is to make time.
It’s the thing that is probably more impact than anything else on your ability to produce something. It’s also the thing that personally I find the hardest.
With the world at your fingertips via the internet, a million TV shows and a serious problem with procrastination it is so easy for the evening to pass you by, it’s the biggest reason that this blog has stopped so many times in the past and a pretty large contributor to the lack of movement on the SFU word count.
Going forwards I am going to pencil in 30 min every night to write, I am hoping that if I can manage that then I can start to add some serious numbers to SFU and whilst like yesterdays efforts a lot of it might end up unimportant or unusable I am thinking if I put enough words down then eventually some of it will start to make sense!
After all given long enough a Monkey can write the complete works of Shakespeare so this should be easy for me!
For the first time in months I booted up Scrivener (my still trial version! Shows you long I have not written for!) and looked at “So Far Untitled” I started reading through what I had written already cleaned up a few sentences, some spelling mistakes and character names that seemed to have crept in where they shouldn’t. I had every intention of doing some actual writing but an hour latter realised that even though I had the program open I was still procrastinating.
So I closed all the existing work stopped reading and started writing. I managed a solid 600 words, its not great and on a brief look back most if not all of it will need to be rewritten or scrapped but and this is the important bit, it was still 600 new words, a completely new section of the story and a little back story to both an character and the magic system of my world.
Whilst this event may never make it into the finished (if it ever gets that far) story, the fact that I have written now means it has happened. Its and event that influences the character it relates to and something to think about when writing them.
600 words isn’t a lot, but it does mean that technically SFU is 10% longer than it was this morning. If I can keep this up then who knows by the time i’m 60 I might just have something ready to read!
As a relatively new driver there are plenty of things that both surprise and frustrate me when I am on the road.
Cyclists have of course become my biggest enemy, with their special brand of disrespect for the rules of the road and unhealthy dose of suicidal tendencies making every encounter unique in its own special way.
Lorries baffle me with their need to overtake each other on the motorway, the offending manoeuvre generally taking 2 miles to achieve as they are barely able to outpace each other. All the while they have managed to create a mile long tail back just so they could reach their destination 3 seconds earlier!
White Van drivers seem to think they are actually indestructible vehicles with a cavalier “you can’t hurt me” attitude.
But the thing that winds me up the most is the failure by vehicles of any sort to use an indicator!
I just don’t understand it, it’s so basic and such a built in part of the driving experience that I genuinely don’t understand quite how long you need to be driving before this becomes a optional.