I’ve finished my second glass of syrah (that’s a shiraz to you Australians), I’m listening to a great musician, and tapping away at a novel for the first time in 14 days. Camp NaNoWriMo is not going well. But I’m smiling anyway. I don’t mind, as I never expected to do well this time around; I wanted to get myself started on a novel that’s been hovering around in my brain for about a month now, and it doesn’t matter to me if I write 3000 words or 30,000, I just want to get it started.
It was a dream, actually. It was thrilling at the time, and I woke up with it buzzing in my brain, all exciting and different, so I scribbled down some notes about it and determined to make a novel from it.
Which was marvellous but as it turns out dreams don’t to a terribly good job of filling in all the details. So I have a planet and some magic-ish powers, potentially derived from interbreeding with some alien species, but that’s an idea I just had while typing this sentence so I don’t know yet. I know there were twin brothers and a junk shop and a forbidden love affair but what the planet is like, and the town in which the characters live, and any other characters outside the five that were in my dream…. well, I haven’t a clue.
It’s been quite a long time since my last post here. I’m sorry I neglected you, after promising I wouldn’t. In the meantime I have, in fact, set up a New Fancy Website under my pen name, along with an email, twitter, even a patreon. Not telling you what it is – I sort of wanted to keep this and that separate, in case I wrote something embarrassing here once that I’ve forgotten about that would make me look shitty when I’m FAMOUS. But I did take down that woods poem and post it up there, so I suppose anyone determined enough would be able to find me ;)
It’s one of those weeks when I want to get out more, and chill with other writers and arty types in bars or cafés, listening to jazz or something. Shame that the people I know who are sort of into that live far away, and that I am kind of lazy when you get down to it and it’s an effort to drag myself anywhere.
But onwards and upwards we go.