Early Bird And All That Shenanigans!
I did have to ply my lips with some black
Coffee. Not that I’m addicted and not to even suggest that I can’t function
without said beverage. But, it was nice to partake in such a glory filled
moment of thought provoking words and expression. I think I’ll have to make
this a habit. It wasn’t all that difficult to be honest. I find it more
difficult to get up early and go to the gym. I seem to lack real energy in the
morrow morn to adequately make the most of a gym session. Writing on the other
hand was not only doable, but enjoyable and I would say more than sustainable.
I’ll update you as to whether I managed it tomorrow.
It was a good session though. A lot of
dialogue. I can see myself going back
over this particular scene several times as it was very loose. I think the
re-write will be almost as exciting as the first draft. It will really give me
the opportunity to refresh my mind and engulf myself in the characters. Also,
give me the chance to expand on them and make them more three dimensional.
Inject a little humour.
As I mentioned yester-year the novel is
based on a Children’s Summer Camp, the location though has been changed
geographically. The name has been amended too. It is a work of fiction as I
continue to say, but based on a real experience. Much of the story is obviously
created for dramatic affect. So I can’t be sued. All of the character names,
again loosely based on ‘actual’ living human beings. I assume they are still alive.
I may well be surprised. I sometimes think it would be interesting to see some
of the people I attended camp with again. Then again, another part of me thinks
it’s been far too long and what are we going to realistically talk about. Just
how successful we each are or how we failed in life. I’m talking in terms of attending camp as a
counsellor. Not as a child. Dylan’s role is that of a Counsellor from the UK.
I guess with anything though there are some
people I’d be interested to see again. I may surprise myself. I think I am more
happy in the memory. It’s like going to watch your favourite band play live
since a break up, for example when I saw the Stone Roses. I think I was far
happier with the romance I created in my mind purely from replaying the CD and
watching old clips from Live in Blackpool on VHS. Sort of ruined things to see
them again. Scared me too. Wouldn’t quite have been the same if Ian Brown was
to sit down and play the bongos with drum sticks. Especially if the sound of his
knees cracking was audible above all the
murmurs of appreciation.
It frustrates me a little to have to be
committed to ‘real’ work or the work that pays the bills when all I want to do
is write. But, I think it proves just how much I need it in my life. I was out
of the house for 12 hours the other day from 7am – 7PM but I still needed to
write. So I did! I will continue to do so. Not only when this story is finished
but on to the next one and the next one after that. I have no real limit on the
ideas, concepts and stories I want to tell. I guess that’s true of a lot of
people. I don’t consider myself special.
Until Next Time….thanks for reading. It
means a lot!
Do Good Things
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