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Progress Report

I hope that there will be a time, years from now, when I am reading this story to my son, in all its finished and complete glory, that I can point to a scene and tell him, ‘I wrote this while feeding you soup, when you were just a little baby.’

Though it might be quite a few years before he’s ready for this story, in all honesty.  It’s a bit grim.

I am enjoying this story so much more than any other novel I have written.  I believe in its message, and I feel that it deals with so much real life humanity, even in the guise of a beast – which is kind of the point.

If you are reading this having read my blog in the past, you might recall that I often struggle with writer’s block.  I haven’t had the luxury of that condition this time.  My writing time is only an hour here or there during naptimes, or when I can snatch some moments when  my silly monkey-baby is happy to entertain himself.

I even *gaspshockhorror* turn on the TV purely for distraction purposes.  I’m actually doing that right now – I know you’re scandalised by my parenting choices.

The one thing I’m not sure about if is this novel will reach 50,000 words.  It depends on what happens after the Crucial Scene which I am actually writing right now, at just over 20k.  I’m not sure if there’s another 30k in it.  But so long as I finish the story, which was my own personal goal for this month, I’m not sure that I care about it not reaching the NaNoWriMo wordcount goal.  My only hesitation is that a shorter story may not be considered a novel.

So we’ll see how it goes.  I’m only halfway through November, after all!

Autumn Awakening

The summer seems to deaden my creativity, only to reawaken this time of year. I’d blame it on the sunshine baking my brains, only this was the wettest summer on record so no help there. As soon as the mornings start to get that sharp chill and the mustiness of dead leaves rise like smoke through the air, that’s when I begin to itch for a blank document. I also start knitting a lot, but that might be more about self-preservation in my cold house than anything else.  It’s an exciting time of year to be a falconer as well, and the Goshawk is coming down in weight in preparation for the hunting season.  Autumn is definitely my favourite time of year, and I thrive best in it.

In particular, I’m gearing up to write a new novel. If I can carry out this project to its potential it will be the best novel I have written, as well as the most adult piece of writing I have ever accomplished. By “adult” I’m not meaning the subject matter, nor genre of what I’m intending to produce; this will be the first novel that represents me, the writer, as an adult.

I feel that all my previous novels have been trapped in my childish psyche, small attempts at adventuring in a world of make-believe. I’m not saying I will abandon Fantasy as a genre, but I won’t be defining myself by it, either. Those novels have certainly represented me in a way, but not as a whole, merely one facet of me. This will attempt to be all of me, both ugly and fair, in a way I’ve never accomplished before.

It’s a terrifying concept, as exposing as taking off your clothes in a room of strangers. And it’s as visceral as a knife in the stomach, spilling out entrails across sheets of virgin white paper. This is not a comfortable endeavour, but it will force out very good writing and I won’t be able to hold back as I have in the past.

I’m starting from a concept this time, and in fact I’ve taken inspiration from a poem which makes the part of me which thrilled in completing my degree in English Literature crow aloud. This will be a work that can stand up to literary criticism, though I shudder to define it by the “literary” genre. In a lot of ways it’s easier to write from a concept, instead of a plot or character, because depth is already present whereas in the past I have spent a lot of time trying to search out (or fabricate) meaning in a meaningless romp. In a lot of ways it’s also a lot harder because I have so many choices to make, characters and situations to build out of a nebulous concept. Not to mention how much I desperately want this to be finally, finally something I can be proud of.

No pressure, right?

Currently I’m just trying to get my thoughts in order, and this post has helped me. However, apart from research, I will be mainly avoiding the internet while pursuing this venture. I wonder if there have been studies done to prove how much general productivity among first world nations has dropped since the invention of Facebook and other social networking sites. I’m also not allowed to turn on my television, expect if I’m really good I might be allowed to watch Star Trek: TNG at 7pm tonight as a reward!  To help me be productive, I’ve also finally got our second bedroom made into a study, with the judicious placement of a patio table as a “desk”.  I think this will help me a lot, as I need a space that can be set away from the distractions of the rest of the house in order to think more clearly.

Right now I’m mainly trying to formulate a story out of this concept, or at least a persuasive character at the centre of my narrative. I forsee many long walks with the dog while  I try to work these things out. I love my concept, and I adore the poem in which I found it, so hopefully the forward momentum from that will carry me forward. I realise I sound a bit cryptic not going into specifics, but that’s just necessary at this stage in my writing so don’t ask for too many details unless you’re happy to be disappointed!

I’m going to go and disappear from the internet now and listen to the calls of stags in rut as they roar from across the fields, the pheasants in the cover and the wind rattling through the dying leaves. This is a good time to start something new, when things are in motion for a changing season. I’m ready to explore the limits of my creativity, my mind and my recurring carpal tunnel syndrome!  Wish me luck!