There is something quite special about being back in the writing zone. I’ve missed it. On the 27 July 2013 I finished my last novel, and since then I’ve been keeping my creativity going with editing Mr Tumnal, along with tinkering with ideas for a follow-up Norse mythology novel to The End Of All Worlds, and writing a couple of short stories. However I have missed the urgency to write that you get when there is a novel is burning inside of you.
This week I’ve finally found my novel voice again, working out how to tell the story that I first came up with about eight years ago when I went to the pub after work with Ros and her friends about a guy who has his novel stolen along with his laptop only to read it in the slush pile of unsolicited manuscripts submitted to him year’s later.
1934 / 80000 words. 2% done!