Hello fellow scribblers
Today sees me frantically trying to scribble another chapter of my novel before I go out. I've decided to concentrate all my efforts on that, instead of allowing myself to become side tracked by another short story that's popped into my head.
I've got another seven ideas for my collection (they just keep on coming) It seems like every couple of days there's a new one pushing its way into my mind demanding attention; so now I'm just writing the ideas down on bits of paper, so that I don't forget them and dropping them into an envelope to write later.
I don't know how long it's going to take to finish my novel, but I don't think it's going to be by the end of this year, (too many work related on line training courses to do) and of course, work itself gets in the way. Imagine how much more writing I could do if I didn't have to spend twelve hours a day in that place.
The romance is still going well; he expressed a great interest in my writing and asked to read one of my short stories, so I gave him the Tulpa. He read it through and said he loved it, (although I suspect he thought he'd better say it was good in case he upset me) Although he did confess, via text the next day, that it gave him nightmares, (which in my book is a success) and that he'd better be careful what his imagination conjured up in the future. He also said I should quit my day job and go into full time writing (I wish) He reckons, given the time, I could make it. (flattery will get him everywhere)
Anyway that about it for now, back to the novel, good luck with all your writing tasks and remember, always let your imagination be your guide.
Sunday 26 October 2014
Tuesday 14 October 2014
Mirror Mirror On The Wall
Hello everyone
Well, I finally re-read my novel from the beginning and got myself back into the flow . . . .and have written another chapter. I've also written another short story, this time about a car journey that my lead character has taken numerous times; although the route looks the same, everything is completely different; kind of made my boring journey to work look a little different.
On a completely different note, I took my son to the abandoned building known as the Babies Castle (where my friend and I had our first date) to say my goodbyes. Workmen are clearing the site and getting ready to demolish it. I'll be sad to see it go, not only because it holds special memories for me, but because it's a big, old rambling building with turrets.
Anyway, while we were exploring other parts of the building that were previously inaccessible due to the wild undergrowth, I nearly managed to scare myself to death. We got into a smaller cottage in the grounds via a tiny window and as it was raining, I had my hood up. Wandering down a dark passageway, I pushed open a door and came face to face with what looked like a dark, shadowy figure wearing a cowl.
Well, my heart went into my mouth and my stomach dropped to my boots, I screamed and almost fell over my feet trying to get away, crashed into my son , babbling like an idiot that there was something in there. He very bravely went and had a closer look and . . . . you've guessed it, it was a mirror. As I was wearing a hoodie, the raised hood looked like a cowl in the darkness. My son couldn't stop laughing and warned me of the dangers of looking into a mirror at my age.
We also met a team of paranormal investigators who were looking for a new site. They are called Trident and investigate reputedly haunted sites up and down the country. They decided against the Baby Castle due to its dangerous, dilapidated condition, (it's unsafe during the day when you can see where you're putting your feet, but would be lethal at night) We told them about our experiences of ghost hunting there and the fact that we didn't catch anything; but then they have more sophisticated cameras and gadgets, so they may have been lucky.
All in all it was a pretty interesting day and I've got another couple of short stories out of it. I'm over half way through my collection now; I'm aiming for about twenty, it's just finding the time to write them all as well as work on my novel and hold down my day job in between.
Anyway, that's about it for now, Halloween will soon be upon us, my favourite point in the calendar, so happy haunting to you all.
Well, I finally re-read my novel from the beginning and got myself back into the flow . . . .and have written another chapter. I've also written another short story, this time about a car journey that my lead character has taken numerous times; although the route looks the same, everything is completely different; kind of made my boring journey to work look a little different.
On a completely different note, I took my son to the abandoned building known as the Babies Castle (where my friend and I had our first date) to say my goodbyes. Workmen are clearing the site and getting ready to demolish it. I'll be sad to see it go, not only because it holds special memories for me, but because it's a big, old rambling building with turrets.
Anyway, while we were exploring other parts of the building that were previously inaccessible due to the wild undergrowth, I nearly managed to scare myself to death. We got into a smaller cottage in the grounds via a tiny window and as it was raining, I had my hood up. Wandering down a dark passageway, I pushed open a door and came face to face with what looked like a dark, shadowy figure wearing a cowl.
Well, my heart went into my mouth and my stomach dropped to my boots, I screamed and almost fell over my feet trying to get away, crashed into my son , babbling like an idiot that there was something in there. He very bravely went and had a closer look and . . . . you've guessed it, it was a mirror. As I was wearing a hoodie, the raised hood looked like a cowl in the darkness. My son couldn't stop laughing and warned me of the dangers of looking into a mirror at my age.
We also met a team of paranormal investigators who were looking for a new site. They are called Trident and investigate reputedly haunted sites up and down the country. They decided against the Baby Castle due to its dangerous, dilapidated condition, (it's unsafe during the day when you can see where you're putting your feet, but would be lethal at night) We told them about our experiences of ghost hunting there and the fact that we didn't catch anything; but then they have more sophisticated cameras and gadgets, so they may have been lucky.
All in all it was a pretty interesting day and I've got another couple of short stories out of it. I'm over half way through my collection now; I'm aiming for about twenty, it's just finding the time to write them all as well as work on my novel and hold down my day job in between.
Anyway, that's about it for now, Halloween will soon be upon us, my favourite point in the calendar, so happy haunting to you all.
Thursday 2 October 2014
TIME IS SO PRECIOUS
Hello everyone,
The romance, unlike my writing at the moment, is very much alive and flourishing. Nurtured daily by loving texts, even though we don't see each other very often, maybe once a week, twice if we're very lucky, as the shift patterns of our jobs keep us apart.
We did go out the other day; we found a derelict, abandoned girls school. This however, although very tempting to explore, appeared impossible to get into. Part of the main building had been torn down and the whole place was a fenced off building site, (which wouldn't have posed a problem, except for the security cameras) so after much deliberation, we gave up and went to the pub.
My poor novel has still not seen the light of day, not a single pen stroke has graced its pure white pages, although I have written a second short story for my collection. This one centres around the Christmas tree and although fairly horrific, is also, I think, quite sad.
I have promised myself that I will pick up my novel next week, re-read it from the beginning and aim to finish it by the end of the year. (Easier said than done,) as my job is now demanding that we do one on-line training course every month for the next twelve months. Some of these courses take several hours to complete and are mind numbingly boring, but as they are mandatory, we don't have a choice.
Today should have been my day off, but I had to spend six hours of it at work on a study day; next Wednesday would see me off again, but lo and behold, I have another study day; so much for trying to write anything.
My friend and I are planning, later this year, (if we ever get the chance) to take a trip out to Pluckly; the most haunted village in kent and see if its ghosts are a little more accommodating than the ones in the orphanage. We want to see, (or hear) if screaming woods really does scream and if fright corner really is as frightening as people say it is; no doubt we will end up in the Dering arms public house, which is also reputed to be haunted.
Will let you know in future posts what we found; if we ever get there!
The romance, unlike my writing at the moment, is very much alive and flourishing. Nurtured daily by loving texts, even though we don't see each other very often, maybe once a week, twice if we're very lucky, as the shift patterns of our jobs keep us apart.
We did go out the other day; we found a derelict, abandoned girls school. This however, although very tempting to explore, appeared impossible to get into. Part of the main building had been torn down and the whole place was a fenced off building site, (which wouldn't have posed a problem, except for the security cameras) so after much deliberation, we gave up and went to the pub.
My poor novel has still not seen the light of day, not a single pen stroke has graced its pure white pages, although I have written a second short story for my collection. This one centres around the Christmas tree and although fairly horrific, is also, I think, quite sad.
I have promised myself that I will pick up my novel next week, re-read it from the beginning and aim to finish it by the end of the year. (Easier said than done,) as my job is now demanding that we do one on-line training course every month for the next twelve months. Some of these courses take several hours to complete and are mind numbingly boring, but as they are mandatory, we don't have a choice.
Today should have been my day off, but I had to spend six hours of it at work on a study day; next Wednesday would see me off again, but lo and behold, I have another study day; so much for trying to write anything.
My friend and I are planning, later this year, (if we ever get the chance) to take a trip out to Pluckly; the most haunted village in kent and see if its ghosts are a little more accommodating than the ones in the orphanage. We want to see, (or hear) if screaming woods really does scream and if fright corner really is as frightening as people say it is; no doubt we will end up in the Dering arms public house, which is also reputed to be haunted.
Will let you know in future posts what we found; if we ever get there!
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