More novel research.
This interesting lady is Frances Willard. She’s learning how to ride her bike ‘Gladys’ in 1895, aged 53. From her book ‘A Wheel Within A Wheel’. #gaunyerselfrances
This picture represents my first steps in progressing from writing short stories to tackling longer fiction. I mean, the longest piece I’ve ever written in one story world is 5,000 words. So, to have over 13,000 proper, crafted words, it’s an absolute bloody joy.
Yes, I know many of you reading this will have written multiple books, but this first one is so fucking special to me. To get this far, while navigating ME and receiving treatment for Emotional Intensity Disorder, it’s an enormous fucking breakthrough and deserving of all the swears.
I’m learning that there’s no feeling quite like completing another chapter. By the end of this year, I hope to experience the feels of having a completed book to edit and play with.
In the meantime, though, I have no qualms in giving myself a hearty ‘Whirrooo!’ and ‘Gaun yersel, Hen!’
I like to judge the productivity of my writing day by the amount of biscuit crumbs on my jumper. This has been a VERY productive day.
Every time I embark on a major story, I must create a small physical presence of it in my writing room just to make sure the story world comes alive for me. E.g. I have a tree stump altar which I created for my witchcraft graphic novel and I’m about to embark on a model island village for another crime novel.
This attractive specimen, however, is ‘Honest’ Jack Cochrane, chief ne’er-do-well and prime suspect of my current historical crime novel. He’ll be covered in cat hair before too long.
Yes, I believe immersion/procrastination is a major, and very enjoyable, part of my writing process. However, I still get the actual work done. #amwriting #amcreating #crimefiction
I’ve enjoyed working on this illuminated short story collection so far. The only part I didn’t fancy was descending into the prison pit at Dundonald Castle. But as this is where the second of the Dundonald Tales takes place, I didn’t have much choice. Photos had to be taken.Continue reading “Ablow Stairs: The things we writers do in the name of research…”