Whither??

I am humbled and grateful for the surprising number of emails I have received over the past few weeks asking when/if I intend to turn my podcast script for Shadow of the Wing into an actual published book. I promised I would – and I also said I had a sequel in the wings. Both of these things remain true but things happen…

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Is it that time already? NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo - the National Novel Writing Month - begins again in November. NaNoWriMo is a challenge to write a book in a month. To be more accurate it is to write 50k words in a month, so novella rather than a full, actual novel. It works out at about 2k words a day and that is quite a challenge for many writers. It can feel like very hard work - even if the story one is trying to tell is exciting.

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Being nice people

For someone who writes a lot about crime and the horrible things some disturbed people are capable of, I am perhaps surprisingly unsettled by plain and simple unkindness and thoughtlessness.

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Where did that come from? Writing outside my genre

I was enjoying the view from the cliff-top near my home. I am so lucky to live on the South coast of England and never tire of the view over the Channel. It was a fine day and the sea was sparkling where the sun met the wavelets (love that word!) undulating in the slight breeze. A yacht without sails was motoring its way against the wind and bouncing in the along-shore choppy swell. As often happens, the gentle breeze and lovely light made it easy to feel ready for a story to began to take shape in my mind.

The title came first and it was a distinctly odd one. The first two parts of the story formed rapidly and I needed to record a memo on my phone so I did not forget before I had access to a pen or my keyboard. These two parts were vivid in detail, gently funny but with a dark twist. I was thoroughly enjoying my pondering and elements of the story bounced into my consciousness effortlessly. The next part of the story also came to me but it was entirely, unexpectedly dark and apparently unconnected to the first part of the story. Never-the-less, it was also fully formed and rich in detail with an ending that tied cleverly to the odd title. In just a few short minutes of cliff-top pondering, I had zipped through curious enjoyment to unsettled bemusement. As I write this post, I have no idea where the story is going, or how the two parts come together. The elements of the story I have so far, take me back many years to being a teenager and reading HP Lovecraft for the first time. My story is nothing like ‘The Call of Cthulu’ other than a vague connection to the sea and its creatures. I do not know why Lovecraft came to mind other than through the realisation that this story, which called to be written, is one very much out of my genre.

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Places and spaces

It has been a busy, and satisfying ‘writerly’ few weeks.

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