Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Chapter Eighteeen...Chapter 19...no wait 20...wait what...

[Written sometime ago]

So here we are chapter eighteen. Two more to go and then the end will be upon yet another book. One more for the shelf, another set of dreams and nightmares commited to paper.

So now that is out of the way. Interestingly like I always seem to do I was heading for the end. The decision had been made. Chapter eighteen was going to be the crest of the wave that allowed me to start wrapping things up. So where's the but, well here it is.

After starting eighteen 'the altogether' for those that end up reading it in the future or if you find this blog retrospectively it will make sense. Eighteen was going well, all nicely flowing and then I had another thought 'the what if'.

So eighteen suddenly became twenty one and now I am back to adding yet more twists and turns to an already convoluted plot line. I think I still have handles on all the strings but it is getting pretty crowded now. This will all make sense when you read it but the point here is to build to a moment where everyone in the book is thrown together. You the read know how each character came to be in that place and at that time.

It's still going well, progressing nicely through the word count that we writers live and die by. The good session and the bad counter. Yet part of me is looking forward to getting to the end now. What started out as a short story premise has grown and grown to the point where it is now its only animal. There is nothing wrong with this but it is a little daunting to think that it all has to come off in the end and have I led you all to the point where it is going to payoff.

[Written 03/04/2018]

So, here's the really interesting thing. Twenty one got bumped to twenty two and even more sub plots and main narrative has been added. 

It's amazing what two weeks off work will do to for you writing. When work is not the distraction that it always tends to be, lets be honest here it has to be because it pays the bills. 

I was looking back at some of my early stories, early works still unedited and unpublished and it made me think long and hard about how to get them onto the shelf. I think this is why I finally bit the bullet and excepted help in the form of my current editor. It really is refreshing to think that as fast as I can write it he can edit it. The more I put to page, the better the chance is of us getting out there in a more structured fashion.

After all, we write to be read. What's the point in having it static on a hard drive where no one else can see it. For all its good and its bad points.

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