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In just ten minutes tonight, I have written as many words as I did in two hours last night. Already, I have passed the 13,000 mark for chapter four, which means I have just 3-4,000 words and I will officially…
Continue readingIt’s been a funny ol’ weekend. After the pace of development I experienced last week with my novel writing, I was hoping that this weekend could bring big things. Friday night, barely brought more than 300 new words. veeb already…
Continue readingIn 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:…
Continue readingRight! A while back rachel2205 and myself started this nice little community going for the odd snippets of stories, sometimes long, sometimes short, just amusing, occasionally thought provoking bits of words. Then, as suddenly as it arrived on the stage,…
Continue readingIt’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…
Continue readingReturning 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…
Continue readingwarning – brainstorming ahead – possible spoilers contained within It has been bothering me a while that when it comes to the ‘final conflict’ in Blood & Fire, however it’s occurred to me whilst making my Icelandic-inspired fried fish in…
Continue readingWhat was it that Hannah was going to write. She is alone in the school building at Hólar – Ben and Bjäkk are off somewhere researching their scientific theories – and she is about to write something. Something, as far…
Continue readingDo 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…
Continue readingHannah wanders back along the corridor, drawn by the sounds of laughter that increases in volume with every approach. Her mind continues to wind back over the past month. Ascending first up a half flight of stairs she then steps…
Continue readingHannah watches Ben, eyeing him carefully – taking in his every look and trying to remember every beautiful feature about him – as she loosens the straps of her rucksack and unpacks her sleeping bag. He turns to face her…
Continue readingHanna kneels, feet tucked behind her, at the front of the stage, microphone drawn to her face, her voice commanding the sea of people out in the auditorium beyond. Her words are softly sung and alluring with Halldór’s gentle guitar…
Continue readingTonight, the trolls showed themselves. Uncoiling themselves from the steam from the kettle, they showed me a little of who they are, and they gave me another level to Helen and Alice’s story. I feel productive…
Continue readingI printed out The Work, as it is, to date yesterday, and it’s now sitting on my desk looking impressively like a novel. Already it is the half a reem of paper that my previous novels have been – and…
Continue readingAn empty coffee mug. A can of beer. A notepad of squared paper ciphered over with mathematical formulae. Hannah lies reclined on the sofa, snuggled in Ben’s arms, head on his lap. Ben sits, awake, stroking his fingers through Hannah’s…
Continue readingStanding and watching the TV pictures they see the shaky, hand-held footage of the storm battering Reykjavik. Heather gasps, and raises her hand to her mouth. “My poor children.” She turns to face the window as a fork of lighting…
Continue reading“We didn’t come on this exact path, but,” answers Helen, “An hour? An hour and a half, tops.” She looks along the line at her brother, and adds, simply, “Why?” Ben points, over at the mountains beyond, “That.” The rest…
Continue readingI’ve now printed a load of copies of my 48-hour zine, Passport of Words, and just have to assemble them and post them off – hopefully tomorrow. The page alignment is going to be a wee bit off, but that’s…
Continue readingI have anothe brother and sister in my novel: Finnbjörn and Johanna – of the elvish people, finely dressed, cunning and mischievous. They play in the night, and will be sometimes trustworthy, sometimes not to my protagonists. Johanna will user…
Continue readingReading back on my last post, I feel the plot-strings tugging at my mind… elves are mischievous they are very naugthy humans have to take care when they meet elves because they are very clever and as the stories go…
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