posted on 07 May 2008 13:47
by
DavidR
I've Broken my Book!
¦ dialling in from workstation ¦
13:41 GMT, Wednesday 7th May 2008. *coughing, spluttering, nose oozing septic green slime* You’ve got to admire the predictable nature of man-flu. A well designed piece of viral engineering: for what purpose though, I have no idea. I flew back from Newcastle yesterday morning. A good weekend despite mum’s condition, despite my man-flu. Sitting at the desk in my old bedroom yesterday morning, watching the sun rise over the dense canopy of the forest behind the house, waiting for the taxi that was going to take me to the airport, I was acutely aware that I was entering a new and possibly final phase…with mum, with this house, and all the memories and feelings surrounding them. I can’t believe I’m here again, so soon after everything that happened with Dad.
EDGE, the new novel, is in pieces. I’ve discovered the plot as I mapped it out back in 2005 is not good enough. It needs a total rebuild. I’ve printed out the timeline and been reading through it over the past couple of days, trying to nail down the key points and the order in which they should occur. It’s not catastrophic, not even irritating, I’ll still be able to use everything I’ve written up to now, it’s just become more of a challenge. I think this is a result of me getting cocky, thinking the rip-roaring speed and success of Iron Man Project was a new paradigm for my ability as a writer. Not so. So onwards I slog. *rueful grin*
Djr