UnXpected Turn

Piling on the word count as the story takes an unexpected turn!

Cracking On.

I woke up this morning feeling quite concerned that on Day 10 of Nanowrimo, I would fail to meet my minimum word quota for the day.  At circa 17k words, I literaly had no idea what would happen next in the novel. 

It's a difficult task completing Nanowrimo - its targets are ruthless, especially when you are holding down a full-time job. Forcing the narrative,  conjuring the plot from the ether can take time, you'd naturally think. But the way this novel clicked together today, really made me appreciate that my muse really rewards the hard graft of daily writing.

When you're fingers bleed,

you're muse will lead.

Telly

Watching telly with the little one.

Critical Cat

fudjcat critiquing my writing this morning:

Dracula. My Favourite Edition.

The postie only went and pushed this through my letterbox this morning!

8.25

My 9th and final novel reaches the quarter way mark.

Waiting in the Rain

This is the End

The Nanowrimo pain continues...

I have wanted to be a published author for as long as I can remember, certainly since I was 7 or 8 years old. Whilst having articles published in newspapers since the 1990s, my first novel, Crawley, was not published until May 2017. Edn™ followed in May of the following year. My third novel, Lore, hit the Amazon shelves just 3 short months later.

Pixie-Led & Berserk! were added to my oeuvre in 2019, followed by Solstice in 2022 and Vampires from Hell in 2023.

Earlier this year I published Cold Comfort, the first draft of which was written back in 1997, before being locked away in a drawer, not quite forgotten, for over a quarter of a century. 

Familiar will be my 9th novel and will be published in May 2025. This will mark the 8th anniversary of the publication of my first novel. It will end a busy 8 years of my life writing creative fiction.

As you may or may not (probably the latter) be aware, I have become less enamoured with novel writing of late. To be honest, it takes a lot of work to write a novel, and unless you are one of the Stephen Kings or Graham Mastertons of the world, the monetary returns are not worth the blood, sweat and tears that come with the business.

As such, in May next year, my novel-writing days will officially lie behind me. Having 9 novels to your name is something to be proud of. And I am. But I am 59 next year, and my heart is set on retiring from the full-time cut and thrust of employment as soon as possible. To do so, however, I need to make all my creative endeavours earn me some serious coin. More of which soon (more likely than not in my New Year's Resolution 2025 post)...

7k into Nano

7k words into Nanowrimo and still going strong...

Waiting for Mammy

Balancing Act

A day off work to work on my new novel. Typing can be a bit of a balancing act with the fudjcat fighting for dominance of my lap though.

An Afternoon in the Garden

I spent a lovely afternoon the garden today. I even got the chance to get the chiminea roaring again. 🙂

Cwtching

Lego Bargain

I picked these little fellas up for less that £20 for the lot. Not bad. Looks like my Lego constructing days are not over yet...

Guy N. Smith - Night of the Werewolf

Fantastic re-release 🙂 I am a big fan of Guy's werewolf books and this is a thing of beauty: