It’s Alive!

My book has arrived!!

SQUEE!!!1!

From the back of the book:

Stormbringer doesn’t consider herself out of the ordinary, and neither should you.

She’s been agoraphobic since her teens and can barely leave her parents’ house, let alone venture 2000 light years into space.

But her little finger drops off, one particularly ordinary winter’s day. Just like that. Suddenly things aren’t quite as ordinary as you might have previously supposed and this is only the beginning of the Attack of the Clones…

Available for purchase HERE!

So You’ve Decided To Self-Publish…

Yeah. There it is. I’ve decided to self-publish with the help of Lulu.com.

I’m just sick of sitting on a fun novel and wanting my friends to be able to read it in a published format. I’m sick of literary agents passing it over, I’m sick of time marching on and nothing happening in my literary career.

So I’m in the middle of self-publishing my novel. I certainly won’t get rich off it, as a finished version is £7.78 and I will only get £1 from each copy sold. I’ve just ordered a finished copy (postage is 4 bloody quid but that’s not too bad, considering.) It won’t be available for purchase until I’ve acquired my own copy and finalised it for full availability to the public, but it won’t be more than a couple of weeks.

Yay!

Fall At Your Feet

Well it’s been a while. I’ve been wading through the quagmire that is heartbreak and I’ve managed to do a large scale edit of DF, World One. I changed the end completely, I was never really all that happy with the previous ending, it was too ‘happy ever after’. I wanted something a bit more edgy, more uncertain future.

And now I have it. And I’m happier with it.

The current project is the second draft of Moseley Road, World Two. I’m redrafting it, my second draft. I’ve already written a chapter from an entirely different viewpoint and dropped an entire chapter. I’d mistakenly written two chapter two’s in my first draft and it was the second chapter two that got dropped, so maybe I had just had a subconscious vision that it would come to pass that chapter two #2 would not be appearing in draft two.

*snore*

It is lovely stuff though – I can see how I could break a million hearts with my words.

And onwards.

You May Ask Yourself…

So you may be wondering why I haven’t posted any updates on Nanowrimo progress.
The truth is that I gave up on Nanowrimo because I just wasn’t in the mood. I gave up after only about 5 or 6 days. I will write the piece, (World Three) but I’m not ready to write it yet. This novel isn’t any old common or garden Nanowrimo novel dreamt up on the spot. It’s been years in the making and still needs to ferment further. I’ve got more detail to discover and it ain’t worth writing a hurried version just for the sake of some stupid thing some guy invented.

On my own terms. Not-o-wirmo.

I wrote 9000 words though – I just seemed to be getting through my plot too quickly and that concerned me. Still. I’ll work on it and explore it further before I’m ready to try again.

When I Give The Word, UNLEASH HELL!!!

NANOWRIMO! NANOWRIMO! NANOWRIMO!!

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1,500 / 50,000 : 3.0%

Going well!! Going great guns!! I’ve had to stop and start, stop and start but I’m up to the start of chapter 3 and I have plenty of time to write more today. I’d like to write as much again before the end of the night, and a similar amount tomorrow.

It’s really exhilarating!!

Gettin’ The Bug

Just a week to NaNoWriMo now!!

And to StaWaPoWriMo!

I’m not doing the Cocoa the Clown one because I’ve already got to write 1700 words a day with Nano and doing the Star Wars Post one as well is gonna give me plenty to do. I’m crap at drawing anyway.

I can’t wait. This year I’m not gonna try and have days off, this time I’m gonna attempt to write everyday which is why my target is 1700 a day. Which comes to 51000 words but that’s OK. It means I might not have much to write at the end.

Didn’t write anything yesterday for DF Draft Three – I aim to make it up today and do loads. I have a week to finish the Prologue, which is the bit that needs the most work.

It’s on!!

Grasping Excalibur

I’m gonna do it.

I was thinking about it last night, as I have been for several days but I’m gonna rewrite those first 10k words of Darth Floyd with Stormbringer as an Agoraphobic. The Beauty Salon stuff wasn’t exactly comedy gold and it doesn’t really sit right anyway. The rest of the novel will just need some minor rejigging after that’s done. Hopefully it’ll only take me a few days, hopefully just the run up to NaNoWriMo.

And then when that’s done, I’ve decided that I’m gonna email Hilary Johnson and see how much it’ll cost for some sort of assessment. I know it’ll cost me, but it could be the key…

I gotta restructure now. I’m excited. Can you tell?

*glee*

How Beige Was My Kitchen

I think I accepted long ago that everything was pretty much pointless, that we’re all here for no especial reason and it doesn’t matter if I never make it as a writer as it’ll all be blown away in cosmic dust one day.

You, and me, and everything. Even this rock I’m perched on.

I dunno. I don’t care. I don’t. No point in any of it. If I sit here and fart around on the Internet for the rest of my life, it won’t matter. I’ve been able to enjoy the mammoth vision that is Seven Worlds even if no-one else cares enough to see it.

Fuck it all, do you hear me God? Fuck it all. I’m not sad tonight, I’m just defiant. And sometimes it’s good to be defiant, piss into the wind even if it spills back onto your shoes as you stand laughing hysterically on a sand dune in the dark. Maybe the moon is out as well, shining down over the sea. Can you picture that? It looks pretty sweet from where I’m sitting on this rock.

You know what else? It can all end tomorrow. I’m pretty much done. I don’t need to write anymore. I probably could write and I will write if the world doesn’t end, but I have no fucking regrets. I have nothing more to say really, nothing that I ain’t said before. Cos none of it matters when all is said and done, in fact it never fucking did. And it never will again.

I didn’t know I’d turned into a fatalist. I thought that was a man thing?

Whatever.

Oh God I’m Always With You

I’m quite overcome, right now.

I’ve just worked on the plot structure of World Three and the end has come out more heart-rendering than I expected it would. It reminds me of the emotion in The Abyss, a favourite movie of mine. That whole bit where Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio is on the radio to Ed Harris as he’s descending to the sea floor.

But it’s not like that, other than the emotion of that scene.

The structure is as complete as it’s likely to be, for a first draft. I think there’s a lot I can bring into it, in a second draft. It’s nice to have a first draft sitting there to be built upon.

Roll on Nov the 1st!! Even if I don’t make 50,000 words by Nov the 30th, I hope to make a significant inroad into World Three as I did with World Two last year – I managed 32,000 words before running out of steam.

But at least I got it finished. Eventually!

The Scaffolding

Well I’ve got a structure for No Prophet In Peace underway. It needs a lot more work before Nov the 1st but at least I made a start. I’ve got stuff to figure out but at least I’ve got enough to get started. I know what (sort of) happens at the end but I need to get there in the first place. I’m wondering if Darth Floyd can make an appearance in this one. Maybe she can – I like crossovers.

I’m excited about this – I’ve been looking forward to this one! Roll on Nov the 1st!