It’s been nearly two years since my last blog post. The reasons for this are manifold. Chief among them are that I always feel that the time I spend on this could be better spent writing (or not writing) the new project. There’s also the suspicion that nobody even knows this blog exists and, if they do, that they have about a bzillion other, more important things to do than read it.
A number of writers I know have started blogging about works-in-progress and I think that’s a great idea. So I’m going to do it too. It will mean I can put content on this blog, (hopefully regularly), and it might also gee me along to finish a novel that has to be delivered by October 15th. I’m currently 20,000 words into Loss of Separation, and this first blog will give you a little background about the novel to complement the excerpt that is currently available on the News section of my website.
I spent six months in Southwold from the end of September 2000 to March 2001. I had met my wife-to-be, Rhonda, in the April of 2000 and we both gave up our London jobs on the same day with the grand plan of renting somewhere by the sea, living on fish and wine, and writing novels. I wrote a novel called Penetralia (later to become Decay Inevitable) while I was there. And, in between long walks on the wintry seafront and mooching about in junk shops and drinking Adnams bitter, I read a shocking article in The Guardian. I can’t tell you what it was about as it would prove a major spoiler for the novel, but I still have that clipping, pasted into a notebook, ten years on. I don’t know why Loss of Separation (which was, for a very long time, meant to be called Consummation) has taken a decade to reach a point where I’m ready to write it, but that’s writing for you. Other projects pushed to the head of the queue first, with more insistent voices. Maybe I was too young at the time to write confidently about a character who goes through so much. Whatever the reason, it feels right to do it now. The peat has shifted on the moors and the bones of what I’m trying to dig out are visible.
That said, despite its long gestation, the novel is proving to be a recalcitrant sod. I hit 20K and now I’m walking through mud. This blog will hopefully be the kick up the backside that I need.
I’ll post a word count for the day (another reason to put my back into it… I don’t want to come on here to tell you I’ve managed a piddling twelve words), along with any interesting titbit about the process of writing (interesting to me, that is; it might be about as interesting as All-Bran to everyone else). Please feel free to post comments or ask questions. Thanks for your time.