Archive | November, 2014

Two Novembers Later…

9 Nov

So, I’m at that point where I’ve slaved over my work-in-progress for nearly two years, written almost 100,000 words, and I’m not sure if it’s any good. I’ve been here before. The demands of making a living and keeping a roof over my family’s heads mean that I get less time to write than I would like. I have to be ruthlessly efficient with what spare time I do have. And before I know it, I find that another two years have gone by.

Sometimes I can see the benefit of being a NaNoWriMo, self-promoting/self-publishing-type of guy. I’d have written my book in just two Novembers instead of taking two years to be nowhere near finished. There’d be no need to edit – I’d just put it out there on Amazon, mistakes and all. Anyone who criticised my prose would be a grammar fascist. I wouldn’t have to angst about the quality of what I’d written as I awarded myself five stars in the reviews of my own work on Goodreads and Amazon. And if anyone disagreed with my rating I’d be able to post a reply pointing out why they were wrong. Then I could post endlessly on Twitter about how marvellous my own work was (or get a bot to do it for me). Ideally, I’d be one of those NaNoWriMo-type guys with no visible means of support who nevertheless can pay all of his bills. Thinking about it, neither of these things is about to happen…

One of the author's writing spaces

One of the author’s writing spaces

Instead, I sit here before my laptop, questioning the validity of what I’ve written. It’s the potential snare awaiting all writers prepared to put the time into what they’re creating. It’s generally impossible to tell whether what you’ve written is any good until you’ve sunk all of those years into shaping it. The conceit of my work-in-progress is different, at least. I’m fairly happy with some of the passages that I’ve written. Overall, though, I’m not at all convinced that it coheres or that it will reward the reader for his effort. Ho hum, I’ve no choice now but to stumble on toward the finishing line of the assault course, probably some time around November 2015…

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Poem for the Day No. 2

1 Nov

To see again, the sea again.

In poetry class, I was graded C again.


© PSR 2014