I realise I’ve not been around these part lately. There’s a very good reason for that.
We’re up to inputs time. Thankfully, it’s school holidays, so I have a chance to get large batches done each day. The second draft of Ghost Tracks should be just about completed by the time we have to get back into our school routine.
Give me a short while. I’ll be back soon.
Page 129 of 203. or, to put it another way, I’ve edited enough today: I’ll do that bit tomorrow.
And that’s the first line-edit of Ghost Tracks done: 201 pages; 56,000 words; and far too many scribbled corrections.
Now for the inputting, which takes waaaaay longer: every decision leading to another decision, and down the rabbit hole we shall go, dancing……
I realise I’ve been quiet for the last little while, but there’s a very good reason for that: I’ve started editing Ghost Tracks.
I don’t really enjoy editing, if I’m honest. I enjoy the creation of a novel, the red-hot rush of words and scenes that are involved in discovering the story for the first time. Because of the way I write, I often discover things only shortly before the characters do, and it’s that thrill, that sense of creating something new, and clever, and surprising, that I live for. Reordering words already written, poring over a story already told, well, that’s just drudgery.
Continue reading “THE RIGHT WORDS IN THE ORDER RIGHTLY”
Back from the air-conditioned comfort of the library, and it occurs to me that I’ve not actually mentioned how my new writing world is coming along: given that the majority of you know me as a writer and not some sort of work experience weight-loss guru for the aged and blimpically-inclined, maybe I should actually talk about the stuff that brings us all together for a moment…
Continue reading “ALL THIS WEIGHT LOSS STUFF IS FASCINATING, BUT WHAT’S HAPPENING WITH THE WRITING, HUH? HUH?”
The first draft of Ghost Tracks cracked the 45,000 word mark today. To celebrate, here’s a short excerpt.
Continue reading “45,000 GHOSTLY WORDS”
“What does a nobleman need more than anything else?”
“I don’t know.” Paul considered the question for a second. “A big castle?”
“No, stupid. An heir. He needs an heir.”
First Karratha writing session achieved. 1000 words on Ghost Tracks. Not a marathon effort by any stretch, but the first new words I’ve typed in months, so it’s a positive start to my new working arrangement. I’m aiming to hit 2000 words a day for the remainder of my time here, so I’m giving myself one week just to get back into the swing of things, and then it’ll be head down, bum up and working hard to make this new writing life pay off.
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It’s my last night at the Katharine Susannah Prichard Writers Centre, and it’s time to round up what I’ve achieved over the last 2 weeks.
First and foremost, this residency has been about the writing.
Continue reading “IT’S NOT OVER, BUT THE FAT HAIRY BLOKE IS CLEARING HIS THROAT”