Document and Implement...

It can be hard. It can be so hard. It's never too hard. There should never be an excuse. I do my best not to make any excuses. You know, if a blustery storm blows down your fence. It's a task. It's a chore. It's something that life throws at you. Albeit trivial, it's still an unwelcome distraction from what you might want to be focusing on. Your aim, as is mine.... is to create and write on a daily basis. Yeah. I like you, have a full time job. We each have our own aims, things we want to achieve. It's about prioritising our endeavours.

It was my aim not only to write on a daily basis but also to update this blog in order to effectively provide ongoing documentary of this process. I think, although I've managed to maintain the habit of writing the novel each and every day....notwithstanding storms and foiled boundaries etc. It almost became unrealistic to complete two at the same time. I suppose you make a choice. Either you sit and watch Vikings on Amazon …

Waking Up With Positive Words

On a day to day basis. I think about words. I think about the dictionary definition. I wrangle with the way it'll be heard. I wonder if it's even correct. If only for a second. I imagine its uses. Is that how I would say it? Is that the correct use of punctuation? What does that word even stir in me? What's the origin? What's the synonym? You can wrestle with a thesaurus, you actually can. For the good it'll do you. You may as well fold. It won't like you in any such literally way. Not one little idiliy bit. That book you considered more holy than thou. Look at it weeping. Look it at now.  Instead of worrying about sounding like this one or that one or the other one championed. I'd sound like yourself. After all, it's you writing this stuff down.

So, when I consider and look at my words. The words on a monitor. The words from my head. It's a satisfying feeling and an obsession all the same. My goal isn't to write as many words as I can. Far from…

I Am Under No Illusion - No One Cares

That isn't a title to beg for adoration, respect or love.

I'm not here for instant recognition or even gratification. I don't want millions of followers, all for the sake of a picture of the crack of my arse. It's like everything in life, when you're starting out. No one cares. Who am I? I'm not an authority on any subject. Not even ones that examination boards may have certified me against. Much of that is attributed to some loosely based focus on the chosen subject for two weeks to embed surface knowledge and scrape through an I.T. exam.

Trust me. I do not consider myself special, entitled or deserving of anything. That's why I'm so content with my position in life. As long as I'm creating what I want to create, whether that be music, words, poems or a novel. It's a long and slow task, but it's fun and I enjoy it. That really is enough for me.

I'm still on the second draft, not much has really changed in that regard. Can't remember…

Haven't Reached My Target - The Date Has Come And Gone

Well....I haven't finished!

I've finished the story, sure. That though, isn't the end.

In terms of words, I'm at 131,034 - this is already the second draft. Word count remains relatively insignificant to me personally. This keeps on increasing and decreasing, either are fine with me. Much of my time is being taken up with reading, editing and adding in everything that I feel necessary to move it forward.

I haven't been religious in the pursuit of updating this blog because well I'm trying to get the 'work' done. I'm not though referring to this as work. It's enjoyable but I don't  want to be one of those people who 'just talks' about things. Usually, I will admit myself when I say I'm going to do something. I do it. Which I've kept up with thus far in my life.

It's been one hell of a journey so far. I said from the beginning that I hoped to get it completed by September this year. That would then be a year and 'done&#…

It Feels Like I'm Writing For The Last Time...

It's never easy to remain quiet. My mind might race. You can sneak up behind me and rummage through my endeavours. I'll change the password. I'll shield the screen. Two Factor authentication. You'll never infiltrate my dreams. The question is and remains what though have you achieved? Is a measurement of success a University Education? Is it a successful marriage? Curried goat and perfectly cooked rice? Is it 150 pages or 116637 words?
Consider it again, what have you achieved? What though have you achieved? Locked away from the world. Locked in a vacancy. John Hughes always says everything so much better than I ever could. What though is it that you've achieved? A lasting legacy. A family secret recipe. Focus on the task.  Concentrate on the carton. For only if it's orange juice. Extra Pulp Extra Pulp, pulp fiction... read all about it. So, I've had time to complete the first draft. I'm on to the second. Editing.  Editing. Editing.
Editing. Not much t…

1st Draft - Editing - Rewrite

William's Wish Wellingtons. It's been a while. The last update being back in February. A lot has happened since then. I have now changed jobs. I start very soon. It's a similar role just within a whole new company and not as far to travel. So, I hope that remains a positive. I am grateful for the opportunity, so we shall see.

I guess my lack of update has been a conscious decision. I found that I was updating this blog and Instagram far more than I was writing and editing the book. It became a big distraction. I am the last to claim that I am a professional but I have to work at this passion and by ending my

Editing Before The Epilogue

This may well be a worthy time to provide an update. You may not even be interested. Put simply, laid out with honesty. I'm struggling. I'm not struggling to create. 'Struggling' may even be far too much of an exaggeration. I think I've reached a point where I'm confused. At this stage, I haven't been going back over what I've already written. I know the story and its structure so far. However, I think because I'm working on upwards of 80,000+ words. I'm worrying too much about how the book is going to read or at least how it will be read.  Before, I wasn't concerning myself all too much with the structure. I was just writing. I think I'm now considering editing before I've even finished. It feels as if I'm jumping ahead. I'm not sure how I would identify that or avoid that other than to stay patient with it. That though is and remains frustrating. Placing too much pressure on myself will only have a negative outcome.
I may …