So anyway, I’ve been doing a lot of the stuff that a writer’s supposed to do just recently, and I have to admit I feel good about it. Mostly I’ve been working on my current project, Hunter’s Moon, laying down foundations and framework, and building up the primary structure of the story. It’s been fun, and I’m looking forward to getting some feedback on it when I finally post it to Scribophile. I decided to get the whole first draft finished before I post anything more, so if you’re on Scrib and waiting for the next installment please accept my apologies for the delay. Hopefully the end result will be worth it.
I know I said I was going to try to keep you all updated regarding my progress towards my self-imposed writing targets this month, and I know that since I said that I’ve only posted one entry on here, and I apologise for not keeping my word. However, in my defence things haven’t gone all that well since my last post.
It’s been a pretty interesting week since my last post, and as I sort of promised to keep you all updated concerning my self-imposed challenge of turning out fifty thousand words in November I thought I’d better put finger to keyboard and say a few words.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have a day job. The office where I work is situated next to a set of railway tracks, and across the tracks from the office is a small business park. From my window I can see a few of the buildings in the business park, and one in particular has always held a minor fascination for me due to the presence of a flagpole, from which they would regularly hang various flags from around the world. Whenever they changed the flag, which would usually happen about once every two or three weeks, I would find myself experiencing a small burst of excitement as I tried to identify the nation behind the fluttering pennant. Those flags were a strange little bright spot in my otherwise humdrum working life.
Things are slowly returning to something resembling normalcy here, so I thought I’d take the time to do a little work on the site while my good mood lasts.
I’ve been having a bad time just recently, with the downs outweighing the ups by a more than considerable amount. I’ve found myself laying awake most nights listening to the whispers in the darkness, the voice of the brain-assassin as she tells me all of the reasons why I should just give up now and walk away.