Almost immediately after publishing Episode One, I set out to write Episode Two. The first four parts came quite easily. But then I paused. My pause seemed to extend passed the normal length of time acceptable to still be considered a pause; I had stopped. It wasn’t writers block. It was avoidance. Episode Two was designed as a new writing challenge. And I had perhaps challenged myself a little too well only two episodes in.
In this universe where we know that we won’t be alive tomorrow, I wanted to write an episode that was entirely a conversation between two people.
John is an ordinary man. I’m not talking morality tale here, I’m talking about a man who gets up every day and goes to work to provide for his family. I’m talking about a man who met the love of his life, married her and started a family with her. I’m talking about a man who, at his core, is content with his career, has built himself a home and a life, and is happy.
When you write a novel, above everything else it takes a lot of time. Or at least it does the way I write. Unfortunately, and I mean that here from a literary point of view, I have a full time job, hobbies and a life outside my iPad (laptop has seen better days so most of my written work now happens on the pad). It just means that that feeling of euphoria when you have finished something, when the task as epic as writing a novel is finally complete, well, that payoff is a long time coming. Of course when it arrives it’s massive. Properly joyous. But it’s the journey; and it’s a journey.