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I still have the dramatic endpiece and cullmination to write, of course, however I now have a detailed map of how my novel ends. Very much a circle to have all the way around I think it is a nice…
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Continue readingThe hardshoulder thing actually gave me an idea for another novel – a ‘Road Book’ as it were: a story of a writer leaving his home (possibly in Edinburgh, although maybe it would be better being further north than that…
Continue readingAnd as they converge, so the final ending becomes so much closer; so much more real a thing… 93,508 / 100,000(93.5%)
Continue readingThe annoying thing about driving is that you can’t just stop and write down things that occur to you as you’re driving, particularly when you are cruising at 70 down the outside lane of A34. Similarly I don’t want to…
Continue readingI’ve been meaning to write posts every day for all of the last week, but I somehow haven’t had the time. That said, I have been spending an awfully lot of the time at my laptop. My writing has been…
Continue readingToday was one of those early Spring days that warms your heart and feeds your soul. From glorious sunrise, to winding back the sunroof for the first time this year on the way home from work. Something is working, and…
Continue readingAt 15:29 on Saturday 1 April 2006, I finished chapter five (or part five, if I subsequently do decide to sub-divide the titled parts with numbered chapters) of Blood & Fire. And so, I stand at a kind of precipice;…
Continue readingAs I stumble ever the closer to the end of my penultimate chapter/part of The Novel, I find myself writing backwards. I don’t often do this, but occasionally I find it useful to write a scene and then work backwards…
Continue readingThe end of the bridge and you’re on the way home. The end of the bridge and you’re half-way there. Hanna leans into the song, her face taught in emotion. Wind blows through her hair. Alongside her Halldór fingers the…
Continue readingGive me ten words, either in a sentence or several phrases, and I will splice into my novel for you†. †The Author guarantees that these words will make the first draft, but does not guarantee their survival to the final…
Continue readingEncouraged by the the response my earlier post, I have done the unthinkable, and posted the entire novel into a brand new Shepline mini-site (although I should be cautious to say that the only link to it is here in…
Continue readingI’ve been discussing my synopsis over at my online writing crit group. It’s made me realise that the ‘evil’ Charles Ancell is using ‘new magic’ to facilitate the building of his money making aluminium plant. As such, he will be…
Continue readingPart of me desires an agent and a publishing contract with an established publisher’s; part of wishes that I could go it alone. Self-published my work under a new publisher’s (say Shepline Publishing?) that could then maybe publisher other books….
Continue readingAs I sit in front of the lcd screen, chapter five, up and on-screen, and ready for my imagination, I find myself torn. Yes, there are only, maybe, 20,000 words more to write: just one and a half more chapters….
Continue readingI try not to watch the utter crap that is Big Brother (and let’s face it, whether you watch it, or not, it is), however it has occurred to that I would love a writer to go into that house…
Continue readingGunnlaugr stands on the road above Hanna Katla Baldursdóttir’s family home, oblivious to the driving wind and rain. Below him, he watches the house, and the flames that burn within. 76,782 / 100,000 (76.8%)
Continue readingWhere the light has radiated out from the box, there now shows an outline on the wall. And within the outline, more lines, words even; and symbols. “It’s Iceland.” Alice, head cocked to one side, looking at the dancing, glistening…
Continue readingPreviously on… 9th January 2006, at 11:24pm; the magic was with me. Conjured from boxes of carved bone and Black Death, Helen was creating magic and displaying power. But I had written my 500+ words, and it was a schoolnight,…
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