Thursday, 13 May 2010
Bet you didn't even notice I was gone, huh?
Where was I? I was chillin' and writin' at a friends house up in Aberdeenshire. Those of you who have been following this blog since the early days will know I occasionally go to a writers' retreat. There's a cottage, on the edge of a cliff called, you guessed it, Cliff Cottage and it is just one of those places where you can't help but be creative. You get a rugged, dramatic coastline, a beautiful house, delicious food, the company of llike-minded souls and most important of all space,time and permission to write.
It is provided by a saint of a woman (yes you are, E) who provides everything you need to allow the words to flow. And it only works, people.
While I was there over the last few days, I finished one novel and started the next one. See me making the happy smiley face.
So, while the finished one is going the round of publishers I have something else to work on and distract me from the interminable wait.
For those non-writers among you, it's like sending your child to the nurse and waiting for the all clear. Except the results frequently get lost in the post, or the staff just don't bother with social niceties and DON'T FECKING REPLY. Or they reject your child saying it's too similar to other children. You seek another opinion and they say it's too different from other children. Confused much?
The novel I'll be sending out is a departure for me. Based on a true story, it is about a young man who is sentenced to 25 years hard labour for a murder he had nothing to do with. The story tell all about his struggle to deal with the hardships that this hell on earth throws at him. If I tell you any more I'll have to keel you.
The one I've started writing is a crime novel. Sex and violence, you gotta love it.
Anywho, normal(ish) service is now resumed. Sorta.