It’s been a week of work and illness. I was off last Sunday and Monday and I just wasn’t right; achy and dizzy and woozy. Good word that; woozy.
I couldn’t bring myself to write because it would have just been mindless drivel. So I watched some telly and had some friends round for coffee (which was brilliant because we just laughed for four hours!).
Since then I’ve been working, as in my actual job, and my shift pattern hasn’t lent itself well to writing; lots of late finishes and early starts.
So Crystal Green hasn’t seen much action this week. Though I have been thinking about things, which is never a good thing when you’re not actually creating. And actually, it has sort of sent me into a spiral of negativity.
When I stop writing, I start judging. And judgement is great when you have a whole novel to analyse. But I don’t. Only 10 chapters exist and 11 is a work in progress.
I understand why other authors suggest that your write quickly because too much time for reflection can be a bad thing. Not that I have reflected on any one particular thing this week. It’s more I’ve been thinking about the overall feel and format of the novel.
I can’t help but think that what I am writing now is VERY different to the the beginning of the novel. Intentionally so, I must add, so I must have thought it a good idea once. But this time of reflection has made me wonder if it is, actually, at all, any good.
The fact is a novel is a journey. It’s pointless to examine the route taken from half way to your destination. Surely, I should be thinking about the feel of the novel once the novel is complete???
I am more than happy about the 2 chapters I wrote in January. After my long writing break, they came so easily and felt exciting again; in retrospect this is probably because they are entirely different from the first 8 chapters.
There is something to be said about ‘parting’ a novel, like The Hunger Games; the story split into 3 parts…
The problem with that is, once you start ‘parting’ when do you stop? Do you stop at all? Would all the subsequent novels then have to be parted?
This is one story. And perhaps I should just shut up about the format and get on with the writing! But this blog is about everything; the good and the bad about this process. There are high and low moments. This is a low one.
So rather than spiraling even further down, I am going to stop blogging and start writing. I will leave you with some drawings of Morris’ hole, a sentence which if taken out of context could be misconstrued. That’s another good word; misconstrued.
Frothed! That’s a really good word; one of my favourites; frothed!