I started my sixth novel at the turn of the year. This one is a sequel to Resolution, so a modern detective story with a bit of a supernatural twist. Another outing for Pascale Hervé.
It’s faltered a bit since I started. I’d got a fair chunk written before I ran out of steam. Other things got in the way and I hit a block. I knew where the story was going, but I wasn’t sure how I was going to progress it. My usual approach to this is to walk away and let it stew in my mind. I’m not doing this for a living and I don’t have any deadlines. It’s a distraction that I do for the fun of it. This past few days, I’ve been back at the keyboard rattling out the denouement. I’m pretty much there with my first draft now. I still have the wrapping up scenes to write and I can start the editing process. As is usual, I’ve underwritten it by around ten to fifteen thousand words or so. This seems to be a consistent pattern – I under write rather than over write. The first draft comes in at around 60,000 words and I have to go back and put in what I’ve missed out. The final novel should be around seventy-five thousand words by the time I’ve finished.
Then it can go out for beta reading. Looks like I’ll be done for the autumn.
In the meantime, I have a short story or two for the next Underdog anthologies brewing away.
Sorry to be OT but this was the subject of an older post and the comments are closed. Elsewhere I spotted some straight talking on the subject of “Time Blindness”.
“That’s a *you* problem, sweetie. Get your s**t together and f****n be a productive member of society. You think that the world’s supposed to cater to you? Nah, f**k outta here with that! I absolutely *dread* going into work most days, but I’m getting paid good for a good job, I’m going to be able to pay off my college debt in a few years, I’m going to use some of my grandmother’s inheritance to put a down payment on a house soon, and I’m planning on getting married to my girl and traveling the world. Not only that, but I have 3 square meals a day, a roof over my head, a car that works, and a job that although sometimes dreadful, I can still get up to work on time, because not everyone is a pussy who can’t get to work because you think the world revolves around you. I’m sick of people in Gen-Z who think that the world is going to cater to them. Nope. Not happening. Suck it up, buttercup.”
I just thought that it was too good not to share.
Look forward to it!