I've brought the manuscript, heels dragging, up to over 28k words. Finally! Still a long way to go, of course, but I'm feeling like I'm gathering some momentum to get over that hump I've been stuck on for so long. The two chapters that I was so unhappy with aren't done yet, but I've redrafted both multiple times, approaching them from a number of ( Read more... )

I put aside my writing for a moment tonight and opened a couple of bookmarked pages at random, turning to archives to see what new old I could find. The internet didn't disappoint.

This, stolen freely from Interconnected;
"There's something that happens to your relationship with an object once that threshold [of interaction] is crossed, and that' ( Read more... )

The past fortnight hasn't seen a great deal of writing. Real life has interfered in a big way; combined with the nice round number of 25,000 words I currently have and the range of decisions I need to take in the text, I've lost that burning impetus to write thousand-word streaks that I was managed across recent months. But, there has been some ( Read more... )

Tracing an embossed fleur-de-lis with the tip of his fingers, Barbero wondered who had originally stayed in this room. It was tastefully decorated, if a little outré for his tastes. The pale gold of the wallpaper looked, to his eye, sallow and wan in the morning light. He suspected that, whatever the room's purpose had originally been, it was ( Read more... )

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Writer's block sounds a bit naff. For me, it's a lack of inspiration, a sneaking suspicion that what you're putting down will seem trite or uninspired in the cold light of day ( Read more... )

Just a few quick comments tonight ( Read more... )

Okay, so I've managed to get to 21,000 words over the past few months without too much strain, frustration or throwing the computer at the wall. That is, I think, most definitely a good thing. It's a sign that the pre-work I did late last year (basically, three or four months of good solid thinking before putting metaphorical pen to paper) has paid ( Read more... )

Nothing much to add here today. Chipping away at the manuscript, having my elbow kneaded by Amelia Pond (she's Cat 3 of 3 in our household, a calico stray who we adopted a month or two back) and doing some more past-blasting. I found a slightly interesting paragraph or two about Yezidi Kurds that I wrote five years ago on MySpace, which I promptly ( Read more... )

Been chipping away for an hour or two and i've managed maybe 200 words. Damnit, the words hate me today. I have some favourites amongst them, I must say - perhaps the rest of them know that, and are hiding from me ( Read more... )