the novel – T E Shepherd https://shepline.com author | illustrator | digital designer Fri, 04 Aug 2017 20:39:37 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.4 https://shepline.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cropped-shepline-white-on-green-square_512-32x32.jpg the novel – T E Shepherd https://shepline.com 32 32 The final push https://shepline.com/2017/07/16/the-final-push/ https://shepline.com/2017/07/16/the-final-push/#respond Sun, 16 Jul 2017 21:42:17 +0000 http://shepline.com/?p=15268 So Wimbledon has been and gone, which is always a blessing and a disguise. I always feel that I haven’t made the most of it, and watched enough tennis. That said, it does mean that I might finally get back to writing properly. Tonight under the light of a gas lamp and fairy lights draped around the patio I finished typing up what I’ve written to date.

 

55222 / 80000 words. 69% done!

So now comes the final push! I’m so close to finishing book two in the Mr Tumnal trilogy.

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Getting my motivation back https://shepline.com/2016/11/01/getting-my-motivation-back/ https://shepline.com/2016/11/01/getting-my-motivation-back/#respond Tue, 01 Nov 2016 22:25:21 +0000 http://shepline.com/?p=9629 shield-nano-blue-brown-rgb-hires-1My current wip is about halfway done, and it’s been that way for too long. Not that it’s been stalled through writers’ block or anything like that, but just through lack of time and too much other life going on.

The start of November also means that it is the start of the annual NaNoWriMo. I’ve been aware of the National Novel Writing Month for, umm, probably about as long as I’ve been keeping an online journal – tots up the years – so that’ll be about 13 years now!! I’ve never done it because I don’t think that I could, practically write 1666 words every day for 30 days.

This year though, I’m going to try. Try at least to make some sizeable chunk out of my remaining word count. I’m going for about 500 words per day (more if I can) which equates to 3 pages of my handwritten notebook. I’m going to try, and see where this gets me. Hopefully it might get me to within shooting distance of The End.

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#amwriting https://shepline.com/2015/11/15/amwriting/ https://shepline.com/2015/11/15/amwriting/#respond Sun, 15 Nov 2015 21:04:25 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=6717 It’s fair to say that October was a very busy month for me and the day job. All the way to the end, with the busiest of busy weeks to take me all the way up to November. During that time I abused my novel, and left it lying.

This month I have been determined to do something about this, and to get back to the business of The Novel. For some, November means NaNoWriMo, and whilst  I haven’t actually signed up myself I am trying to take the NaNoWriMo approach to the month. And so far it seems to be working.

I can’t say that I’ve written my 1000 words a day, every day, but I am writing most days, even if it is just those snatched moments and I am, bit by bit, taking the story forward, sometimes in surprising ways…

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The Indie Experiment: Publication Day https://shepline.com/2012/05/17/the-indie-experiment-publication-day/ https://shepline.com/2012/05/17/the-indie-experiment-publication-day/#respond Thu, 17 May 2012 23:29:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=2118 Today has not been my birthday; its not been an un-birthday; but it has been my book’s birthday.

When I first visited Iceland in the summer of 2001 I fell in love with the landscape, the people, the history, the folklore – everything about the country, and I knew that I had to write a story set there. I didn’t know what the story would be. Then in August 2001 there was a story in the news about a girl who was lost whilst hiking in the Peruvian mountains. I can’t remember what happened now, and I fear to find out, but the idea got lodged in my brain and together with ideas surrounding Iceland, the seeds of the story was born.

So, it was conceived in August 2001. 110,000 words; 430 pages; 250 days in the writing; 5 years in the making. Blood & Fire, as it then was called, was finished on Tuesday 19 September 2006. Another three years of revising later, and I started subbing it to agents and editors but, as is so often, these days I only got the classic ‘our lists are full’ or ‘we like your writing but you as a writer are not quite right’…

I got married, and started writing Mr Tumnal and left The End Of All Worlds as its now called on the shelf for two more years. In that time technology changed and self-publication – Indie publishing – became something that actually worked. With the the eruption of Eyjafjallajökull in 2010 other events since then, some of the themes of The End Of All Worlds have become increasingly topical. I decided that ten years is a long time to live with a novel. I needed to let it go free and for other people to read it.

I will write about the process of getting the novel to this point, today in future articles, but it has been a journey these last few months. But today I have reached it. I have published a novel out there, to the world and I will wait, if nervously and with large amounts of trepidation, to see what the world will think (if indeed they notice).

All day, friends have been posting messages of congratulations on my facebook and twitter accounts. I feel a bit of a fraud about it really because yes my book is published, but I published it. Surely congratulations would best be saved for when a publisher decides to publish my book… And then I thought, no. Lots of people can claim to be writing a book, still more to wanting to write a book, but only the few actually complete the book, and then work to make it in some shape or form half-decent. To publish a book, even by the self, is still no mean feet. It’s still something to be congratulated.

And so to those who have congratulated, I thank you, if humbly and diffidently… 🙂

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The story continues… https://shepline.com/2012/01/24/the-story-continues-2/ https://shepline.com/2012/01/24/the-story-continues-2/#respond Tue, 24 Jan 2012 23:28:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1993

‘Where now? Where are we safe?’
‘Nowhere.’

And so, at this somewhat troubling point, I reach the thirty-seventh chapter of Mr Tumnal’s story. It’s a turning point for them to realise that they are safe nowhere, but it is Nowhere where they can’t return to because that is where She remains, ruling over her people. There are some nice scenes to come, oh yes…

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Writing Week: Days 6-8 https://shepline.com/2010/04/05/writing-week-days-6-8/ https://shepline.com/2010/04/05/writing-week-days-6-8/#respond Mon, 05 Apr 2010 22:04:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/writing-week-days-6-8/ I’ve had a nice, relaxing weekend with Emma down with my mum and dad in the New Forest, involving activities as relaxed as walking round Exbury Gardens, and as energetic as chasing nine New Forest ponies around and out of a neighbour’s garden. Consequently, not so much writing was done this weekend.

We got back mid-afternoon to be greeted (thankfully) by all 6 cats, present and correct, but a total of 12 hungry mouths to feed (instantly!) – that’s the 6 cats + 4 chickens + 2 bunnies (not counting the sligtly less demanding 2 fish…). After a bit of unpacking and relaxing we set about cleaning out the fishies, and then planted the spuds and the carrots and Emma did some more seed sowing whilst I make a simple if delicious meal of scrambled eggs on toast with freshly made bread and freshly laid eggs. 🙂

We saw Cambridge make it the double with the boatrace by beating Oxford in the final of University Challenge, and then I submitted The End of All Worlds off to another agent (the same one that handles the likes of Philip Pullman and Helen Dunmore). Well, when you’ve got a novel that’s set in Iceland at a time of volcanic activity, geological uncertainty and jökulhlaups I find it important to submit it for publication at a time when Iceland is going through a period of volcanic activity, geological uncertainty with the threat of jökulhlaups…

Wish it well for me!

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The Curse of the Creative Mind https://shepline.com/2007/09/18/the-curse-of-the-creative-mind-2/ https://shepline.com/2007/09/18/the-curse-of-the-creative-mind-2/#respond Tue, 18 Sep 2007 19:58:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/the-curse-of-the-creative-mind-2/ Whilst cycling back to the Park & Ride tonight, I found my head buzzing with the closing scenes to chapter 12 (end of part two), so much so, that I had to sit in my car for about 15 minutes and just write before sticking my key in the ignition and heading off to the supermarket.

Isn’t it great, how creativity works? 🙂

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My third YouWriteOn review https://shepline.com/2006/08/24/my-third-youwriteon-review/ https://shepline.com/2006/08/24/my-third-youwriteon-review/#comments Thu, 24 Aug 2006 20:03:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1411 And, apparently, 24 hours after my third review I get my first rating. I’ll be intrigued to find out how the rating compares to the reviews I’ve had. Meanwhile this third one is an interesting one…

You have talent, and it’s easy to see this developing into a viable novel, but I think it’s way too slow-moving right now. I like the potential of the structure – switching between Helen and Ben at the beginning could be good, but right now it’s too quick. My advice is to spend more time with each character, to avoid confusing the reader. Make the juxtapositions more obvious, so readers can feel it more strongly, and thus get caught up in the story more immediately.
I think more could be made of the setting. Iceland has such great landscape, and yet I found the descriptions strangely flat.
Perhaps consider starting with a scene of Ben and Helen together, so the reader can feel emotionally involved with both of them; or at least present Helen in a way that we can care about her. I can tell we’ll care about her more as the book progresses, but it’s important to catch reader’s (and editors’)attention right away.
Good luck with this. It’s well written.

but I think it’s way too slow-moving right now

It does seem to be an odd side effect of the fast-cutting style of scenes, that actually slows the reading of it down.

Iceland has such great landscape, and yet I found the descriptions strangely flat.

An interesting one this. I have been told by other readers of how well I discribe the landscape, the environment and the people, and how vivid the images are. Then again, I have also been told that I tell more than I show when it comes to the dialogue, so maybe I need to show more of the landscape too.

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Bifrost and Birthdays https://shepline.com/2006/08/23/bifrost-and-birthdays/ https://shepline.com/2006/08/23/bifrost-and-birthdays/#comments Wed, 23 Aug 2006 00:03:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1410 The bridge between the worlds takes me another step closer to the metaphorical The End

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It is also Rachel’s birthday. So happy birthday Rachel!

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High Anxiety https://shepline.com/2006/08/14/high-anxiety/ https://shepline.com/2006/08/14/high-anxiety/#comments Mon, 14 Aug 2006 20:53:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1405 I’ve had my first YouWriteOn review! I confess that I would have preferred something more positive; something that showed a greater sense of the wow, but it’s not unfair. I’m disappointed that the reader didn’t ‘get it’ quite so much as other people have read, although his/her (I have a feeling it might be a him but I don’t know) comments do in parts echo other feedback. There are also the requisite amounts of appreciation and praise (not enough, but hey, don’t writers’ always say that?!) that allow you to appreciate the true criticism of my writing.

I am a bit miffed that they concentrated so much on the nitty gritty detail when they do say from the outset that they can guess that it is a first draft (which it is). The words, I guess, speak for themselves…

The major problem that I had with these chapters was the plotting. Every tiny, mundane detail and action is recounted, and it bogs the whole story down. I often found myself skimming because I just wasn’t interested. I feel that by choosing the truly important parts, focusing on them and developing them, and then trimming the rest would help immensely. So many words are wasted on things that the reader doesn’t need to be told, while other things that would be of interest are omitted, such as details about who these people are, what their interests are, etc. I don’t feel like I know the characters at all.

The setting seems very important to the story, so I’d like to see/hear/smell, etc., more uniquely Icelandic details. Make the setting so strong that it’s almost a character.

I also noticed that people’s names are mentioned but who they actually are isn’t explained until several paragraphs later. This is distracting and can also make figuring out the different relationships between the characters somewhat confusing.

While I realize that this is probably a first draft, it is badly in need of being proofread. Also, it would be immensely helpful for you to invest in a good book on grammar. Commas are either misused or not used at all, and plurals, possessives, and contractions are often mixed up (“its” vs. “it’s”; “eye’s” vs. “eyes”). Words often seem to be misused as well. It’s impossible to be a good author without having a good grasp on the basic elements of language.

More specific comments:
Why present tense? I find it somewhat distracting.

Switching back and forth between Helen and Ben makes it choppy reading. I think I understand the effect you’re going for – portraying the simultaneity of events – but the timing seems somewhat off, and the mundanity of what Ben is doing makes it even more questionable. I found myself wanting to read more about Helen because she’s doing something exciting. The contrast between the two is interesting…but not interesting enough to make me want to read about Ben and his work.

I think Helen’s name needs to be given in the first paragraph. When it finally shows up in the third paragraph, it takes the reader a second to connect the “She” in the first paragraph to Helen.

“Taking a water bottle from a side pocket she pulls free a stopper and puts the neck to her lips and quenches her thirst with cold, fresh, mountain water.” — This sentence has a bit of a dangling participle. Not quite, exactly, but it does seem to be saying that she’s pulling out the stopper, putting the bottle to her lips, and quenching her thirst as she taking the bottle out of her side pocket. The sentence itself is somewhat awkward, possibly because of the elements of the sentence being linked with “and” twice. It has a running-on quality without being a true run-on.

“She manages a last enthusiastic grin to Andy.” — Who is Andy? Give him a little description or explanation, the way you did when you introduced Finnur.

“Sitting up sharply in bed, Ben breathes fast, “Helen—” he allows himself to say. Visions and echoes of his dream flash fast through his mind.” — At this point, I’m very confused. Was all the stuff with Helen and Ben with his computer Ben’s dream? Or is the dream the next paragraph? This is where the timing gets off for me too. Ben is working on his computer at night, while Helen is hiking. Is Helen hiking at night? Is it an Icelandic night, so there is still enough light to see by?

“A cacophony of noise echoes down the emotionless halls.” — “emotionless” doesn’t work for me here. Halls are always emotionless.

“A voice. His head turns. The wild, fair hair of his father. He’s been crying.” — Ben’s father has been crying? His father’s hair has been crying? Ben has been crying? It’s unclear.

“And Ben’s sister – Helen – lying motionless against a rock.” — In the hallway? I’m assuming this is a dream, but it’s still very confusing. Dreams are often confusing, it’s true, but they can be written in such a way that illustrates their confusion while still being clear for the reader. The relationship between Ben and Helen should be explained earlier on. It might make the switching between them slightly less puzzling.

“Unplugging them from the armrest he wraps the lead up round the ear pieces.” — I’m not really sure if the reader needs all these details. They don’t seem relevant at all.

“Beyond, through the glass, a jet’s nose piece hatches from a vast cylindrical metal egg poised on tons of grey rock.” — This is a bizarre image. What is it describing?

“The inevitability of the situation argues with his mind, scientific fact and probability throwing out human optimism.” — This sentence is very awkward, even though I understand what is being said. The part that sticks out to me is “The inevitability of the situation argues with his mind”, “his mind” in particular. Maybe “his heart” would be better? Or “is at odds with” instead of “argues”?

“The room sinks into Icelandic summer darkness – a washed-out colourless light.” — I like this description very much. When you describe things that are unique to Iceland and its landscape, it’s very interesting.

“An hour later, he turns in the bed, tugging at the covers, desperately counting sheep, willing himself to sleep.” — Cut “willing himself to sleep”, since it’s already covered by “desperately counting sheep”.

“Exactly,” Hanna confronts her cousin.” — I’m not sure if “confronts” is the right word here.

During this scene with Hanna and Ben, I understand that you are trying portray the feelings of helplessness of relatives in this situation, but the step-by-step recounting of so many mundane details and actions is becoming somewhat plodding and dull. I find myself skimming instead of reading. I want something to happen!

“He’s there again in an instant, sitting across the table from, and laughing and joking with, his sister. Helen.” — The comma after “with” shouldn’t be there. Be careful with commas in general. They’ve been misused or not used at all a lot so far.

“What is he going till to then, she asks.” — This is awkward and there appears to be a word missing. Maybe you should just make it regular dialogue.

“This whole event has destroyed him.” — It’s cliché writing advice, but show, don’t tell. The reader can get that feeling of distress without being told directly.

“He scratches it from the page, with the ball of his pen.” — “…with the ball of his pen” is unnecessary and stiff.

“He stares at them. He turns and looks at the photograph of Gulfoss.” — Establish the name of the waterfall in the photo the first time you mention it.

“He sees her – there – over the far side of the platform, next to the telephone kiosks and stairs. He lifts his hand to wave. She’s seen him.” — Is this a flashback? A dream? A hallucination? I think that Ben has been knocked unconscious, but it’s not clear enough. Also, there should probably be a space break before this part, rather than just a simple paragraph break.

“Now, she has graduated – although how well she will have to wait a few months longer to find out…” — This is awkward.

“He’s ashen faced and tired looking, stretched.” — He looks stretched?

“Their sibling eyes cross the yard.” — This is an awkward and ineffective sentence and description. Maybe “The siblings’ eyes meet from across the yard.”?

“They could be the times of a the local bus service, accept even that would have some meaning.” — Delete “a” before “the”, and replace “accept” with “except”.

“Helen soon joins the reunion, each speaking their feelings in an unstructured orchestration of sound.” — Should that be “Heather”? I’m not sure who Heather is yet, maybe explain it when you first mention her name? Also, “unstructured orchestration of sound” is needlessly wordy. Anglo-Saxon-based words are more immediate than Latinate words and tend to sound less pretentious and wordy.

“Oddly it is Guðni and Heather who find humour the greatest relief, with Baldur and Eyrún joining in reluctantly and with hard felt guilt.” — I’m feeling confused about the relationships here. Who is Baldur? Who are Ben and Helen’s parents?

‘“How can you be so sure?” Eyrún rallies on her brother,’ — I don’t think “rallies” is the right verb to use here.

‘“You don’t know what it’s been like this year?”’ — This isn’t a question.

“Guðni embraces his sister, telling her it’s not so. It’s just coincidence, that you are only noticing these things now…” — The second person pronoun doesn’t work in this sentence.

“She reacts violently towards his words…” — Show, don’t tell.

“The cloud has broken in a swathe across the horizon, and a sunset is rich in gold, red, mauve and orange.” — This is very nice.

“Ben lays in the temperature rich water of the tub.” — This is a pointlessly complex way of saying “hot.”

“Waves washe (sic) over his face, and the level is displaced.” — What level? The water level? Again, it’s a rather stiff and complex way of describing something that’s actually very simple.

“Pencil, hovering over paper, his research is set out in front of him.” — “Pencil hovering over paper” is a dangling participle. Right now, the sentence is saying that the pencil’s research is set out in front of him.

“Almost by it’s own will…” — “its” is possessive; “it’s” is a contraction.

“His pencil moves fast, putting down onto the page the detail, and the method of his discovery.” — What is Ben studying? It seems to have something to do with weather patterns, but it’s never made explicit.

“An Italian tourist stops outside a bar on Reykjavik high street and begins reading through the menu taped to the inside of the glass.” — Why are we focusing on a random Italian tourist? We don’t get any special insight from looking through this person’s eyes. Maybe you should limit the number of people whose point of view is seen.

“Pausing, her teeth suck on her bottom lip, in thought.” — This sentence needs to be rewritten. At the moment, it’s saying that her teeth are pausing.

“A line of words grow across the page and return.” — This should be “A line of words grows across the page…” because “line” is singular. Or it could be “Lines of words grow…”

“Ben sits back in his chair, breathing out with relief he cast down his pencil onto the paper.” — This sentence is very awkward and needs to be rewritten.

“Hanna questions his intentions although unsurprised by his actions…” — Show, don’t tell. We can tell from the dialogue that she’s questioning his intentions.

Ben stops. He turns slowly, twisting round first on his hips, then by the souls of his feet. — “Soles”, not “souls”.

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The inspiration of the night https://shepline.com/2006/05/15/the-inspiration-of-the-night/ https://shepline.com/2006/05/15/the-inspiration-of-the-night/#respond Mon, 15 May 2006 23:50:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1349 It’s a curious thing that there does definitely seem to be a correlation between the more time you have to do something and the less that you actually achieve. So it is, that with a whole weekend spread out before me with acres of time at my disposal to write (as was the case this last weekend), that I only get to write as the weekend is evening. Again tonight, tired from an overly busy day at work, and with the evening crowded with a bit of tele I wanted to watch a bit of wind band website maintenance, diinner making and eating, and a few phonecalls, I still manage to write as much as I did in the whole weekend.

No doubt this next weekend, when I go away for the weekend, there is a good prospect that I shall write disproportionally lots. It’s just weird – and I don’t really think I will ever understand why it is so.

Oh, and by the way, anyone who bet on me not finishing my novel by birthday, is looking like they might have been right! 😉

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The end is (not so) nigh https://shepline.com/2006/05/15/the-end-is-not-so-nigh/ https://shepline.com/2006/05/15/the-end-is-not-so-nigh/#comments Mon, 15 May 2006 00:11:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1348 It’s always the same. The weekend is spread out before me with hours of quality writing at my disposal. Ample oportunity to to get within a last grasp of the finishing line that is The Novel. And when I am the most productive, at half past eleven on the Sunday night before my 6 o’clock alarm call for work? It doesn’t make sense. I will never understand it. That said, I have managed a (fairly) respectable 500 words in my quest to finish the final part six; past another couple of milestones, the one of 7,000 for this part, and the other, well that’s best seen for yourself…

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A Celebration of Spring https://shepline.com/2006/05/01/a-celebration-of-spring/ https://shepline.com/2006/05/01/a-celebration-of-spring/#respond Mon, 01 May 2006 23:19:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1340 A changeable weekend. An odd mix of cold and grey, and bright and sunny and warm weather. To complement this, I have found myself flitting from thing to thing, unable to settle for long. I’ve done a bit of gardening; a bit of reading; a bit of writing; a bit of television. My parents stopped by yesterday evening on their way home after a tour of the providences (Cambridgeshire and Oxfordshire).

This said, my rhubarb tastes good. My wisteria is on the cusp of blooming (so here’s praying for no more frosts!). And I have settled for long enough to write a good amount today… 🙂

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The Thermo Tunnel is almost ready. Ódin has been revealed as his true identity. The scientists are putting together the pieces. And Helen, Hanna and Ben are forcing the Þurs to make a decision…

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The First Thousand https://shepline.com/2005/10/27/the-first-thousand/ https://shepline.com/2005/10/27/the-first-thousand/#respond Thu, 27 Oct 2005 23:50:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1188 Only about 29,000 words to go then, chapter five is off to a fine start, exploring the huldufolk side of the Ármannsson Family. Just what is Solveig hiding though … and what part will she yet play in the unfolding events… *grins*

Current wordcount: 69,797
Current pagecount: 253

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A slow down https://shepline.com/2005/09/12/a-slow-down/ https://shepline.com/2005/09/12/a-slow-down/#comments Mon, 12 Sep 2005 23:29:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1145 I haven’t ground to a complete halt, but I am similarly not, going at the great speeds that I was for these last couple of weeks. As I reach the closing stages of chapter four, and the end of ‘act two’ of Blood & Fire I find myself staring at the screen waiting endlessly for the words to show themselves.

They will come. I know they will.

Until then, I must continue with these daily totals of 50 or 105 words. Every little helps…

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The words, they just come and come… https://shepline.com/2005/09/01/the-words-they-just-come-and-come/ https://shepline.com/2005/09/01/the-words-they-just-come-and-come/#respond Thu, 01 Sep 2005 23:57:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1130 In the last five days, I have written 3,845 words, and the novel is on fire. I can feel the story burning through my veins again, and it feels good. I love it when it happens like this…

Current wordcount: 64,644
Current pagecount: 235

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Midnight learning… https://shepline.com/2005/08/29/midnight-learning/ https://shepline.com/2005/08/29/midnight-learning/#respond Mon, 29 Aug 2005 23:08:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1123 It’s kind of fitting that on my first weekend back in the writers’ seat, that I pass the 10,000 word mark for chapter four, which leaves me with about a third to go before I can get stuck into the concluding two chapters. All in all, today I have written a good 1,105 words. Go me! ^__^

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Hannah scribbles through a page of writing, before tearing it from her book, screwing the paper into a ball. She casts it aside, and writes again.

The cold fog pressed in on them. Grey and mercilessly, the fine rain stings their faces and penetrates their gortex jackets. Slowly, steadily they make their descent off the mountain. Conversation is muted, as they walk in single file, heads down, watching the footwork of the pair of boots in front of them. Hannah, turns her head, says something to Helen, behind her in the line. A response comes. The subject; it doesn’t matter. Somewhere ahead a song is attempted, followed lacklustre chorus and it fails to hold the tune.

Hannah looks up; across the room and out the window. Clouds pull across the sky, shutting out the moon. She picks herself up and moves to the window, settling again on the sill, and tucking the calves of her legs against the warmth of the radiator. She sets her beer down on the ledge in front, and focuses again on her words.

The wind is stronger now, gusting over the ridge and funnelling down the valley. Hannah can’t help but think of her friends that didn’t come on this expedition, sitting now in a warm bar with big mugs of hot chocolate served, as is the Icelandic way, sprinkled with flakes of chocolate and floating a ball of slowly melting ice cream on the surface.
Cold shards of rain spike her face, and the warm, cosy images are gone. So too are the trail of boots that she follows. Her heart beat skips a beat and races. She moves forward at a pace and almost crashes into the back of Alice. She stops for a second or two and composes herself, before setting off again.

Helen grabs the map from Hanna’s hand, zoning in straight away to the northern highlands. Her fingers the contours of the mountain; she shakes her head at the impossibility of what she realises.

Hannah looks up. Her eyes wide, and burning blue. Her mind is active in it’s realisation. She remembers with sudden vividness what she had thought she had forgotten, and chases that memory.

“Helen!” Hannah calls her friends name. She turns and runs back, calling out in desperation. The wind howls across the ridge and the rain drives at her face. Freon’s hands are on her, holding back, and his voice, at her ear, instructing her to stay. She fights against her desire to run, and returns to where the group are gathered.

“It’s not possible.” Helen shakes her head.

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28 words short of a grand https://shepline.com/2005/08/29/28-words-short-of-a-grand/ https://shepline.com/2005/08/29/28-words-short-of-a-grand/#comments Mon, 29 Aug 2005 15:50:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1121 Returning at last to Blood & Fire I managed 972 words yesterday, which, considering with the exception of one day in July I haven’t written anything to it since 30 May is not, I reckon, too bad. There are some interesting plot twists developing in chapter four which I am really excited about developing, and now that I know (kind of) what the ‘final conflict’ is all about (more or less?) makes me a whole lot more positive that I’m going to finish this thing.

And of course upon finishing this thing comes the 64 000 dollar question? Will a publisher like it enough to want to publish it. Will potential buyers like it enough to buy it, and read it? Questions that I dare not even consider now. I like it. I’m enjoying writing it. I think it’s a good story with some good characters, but will anyone else feel the same about it…?

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Time was, when I was writing a novel… https://shepline.com/2005/08/27/time-was-when-i-was-writing-a-novel/ https://shepline.com/2005/08/27/time-was-when-i-was-writing-a-novel/#comments Sat, 27 Aug 2005 21:29:00 +0000 http://journal.shepline.com/?p=1117 Do you remember me saying that was writing a novel? Bloody Fire I think it was called – no wait – Blood and Fire. Yes, that was it, do you remember? It’s all coming back to me now … I think I last wrote something in it on the flip side of the summer, back in the days when the days were lengthening, when the summer flowers were still buds in the minds eye and the media were talking up a heat wave…

Seriously? I haven’t really forgotten about it. Just that life seems to be have been getting in the way of constructive progress. Life? That thing that happens to you when you are making other plans – as they say. Well, I dug it out again today. Sent off a revised chapter to Helen, who was very, very naughty and put aside the writing of her own novel to read mine. Apparently it’s not half bad. Well that’s encouraging. And now I remember it, no, it ain’t half bad. I really ought to get back to it, get a move on, and finish it, so that finally, everyone can enjoy it!

In short, the procrastination must end…

THE PROCRASTINATION MUST END!!

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