Haven’t written much this week, and I’m not sure why. Last week, it was going so well…??

Actually, I think I do know why. Last week I finished chapter two, and sent if off to siren_songs, as she had kindly agreed to read it – actually I don’t think I could’ve stopped her! *grins* Anyway, initially it didn’t stop me, I race on and put down the first 1000 words to chapter three, but I think subconciously there was probably fear in me that, after a good response to chapter one, Helen would read chapter two and be incredibly disappointed that something so promising could turn into something so … so … so well you know, dire – I guess.

Then Helen was away from things with the pesky pox and I guess I thought, well it’s going to be a while now before I hear back – before I hear how dreadful it is…

I also took a brave step on Tuesday. Gavin, at work, my ex-manager (well I say manager advisably ‘cos it was only for about 3 months and he was only one third my manager and didn’t really have much to do with the work I was doing at the time) has known, like most people, that I write and that I hope to be published, and for many years (remember I’ve been there for 3 1/3 years now) he would jest with me about it being insistent that my books will only sell if I put in lots of gratuitous sex, exploding donkeys, and even sex with donkeys (he’s a strange man is Gavin)! Anyway as I got more confident with myself (now I think about it it’s probably another thing that ties in with the after effects of this) I would tease him a bit by emailing short, out of context excerpts from my novels. He would invariably rewrite these to include the aforementioned gratuitous sex, exploding donkeys, and even sex with donkeys. I would dutifully ignore these *improvements* but so the emails would banter back and forth…

Anyway this week I went back into work refreshed and rejuvinated after my break and in a particularly good mood for finishing chapter two. At the time the subconcious doubts probably hadn’t kicked in and so, on hearing that Gavin was:

a) foolishly entering himself into the London marathon this weekend (I’m using foolishly as his word not mine), and

b) flying to Utrecht on Thursday and Friday (there’s a funny story there about him missing his plane and having to go Indiana Jones style in a little bi-plane with chicken coops and excessive turbulance)…

I decided to give him an Easter present consisting of the first 16 pages.

I think he was surprised and favourably impressed by what he had to read, and had to admit that he (and if you know Gavin you’ll know this is quite a big thing for him) was favourably impressed by it. He liked the fact that the excerpts that I had sent him, though good in themselves did not (like some mass-market fiction or an episode of Eastenders) give you the whole story. You couldn’t, with my story, read a short passage and no what the whole book was about. He liked it that you had to start at the beginning and see it evolve in context and see the scenes juxtaposed next to each other.

This conversation today with Gavin, came hot on the heels to receiving siren_songs email, and her response to chapter two. She did still like it. Helen does have her reservations over the use of present tense for the now, the then, and the maybe elements of the story, but Helen does see the effect of juxtaposed and interlocking scenes that I was aiming for might be unnecessarily confusing the author. She has suggested maybe using italics, something that soulsong has suggested too in the past, to differentiate some of the past scenes. Hrmm… something that I will think about…

I’m also going to have to watch my POVs as it seems that I’m occasionally getting them mixed up mid-scene. But it still works, yayy… now where did I leave chapter three…

*bounces off to get creative*