Let Me In...

Okay, this ain't funny, I have been staring at the words "Chapter -13" now for almost an hour and a half and still no words are appearing underneath. I just don't know what is about to happen, so, as usual, I drink too see what happens.

I am not really surprised, if I am to be honest, that progress is slow. There are lots of things on my mind that I need to sort out first. I have images going round my head of an event I have no control over but I still feel responsible for. It is like a recurring dream that requires no sleep and although I require sleep, I cannot.

At least some good news on the Rams front, Mr Brown has gone and now hopefully we can regain some pride. I must admit, by the way this has nothing to do with the book, that at first I thought he might of been a good choice to replace the much missed Mr Burley, but it soon became clear he had no idea what he was doing.

Nothing more to say except we are just nudging the 29,000 mark (it might stay that way for a while) and I also know what Stuarts real name is.

Over-aged And Slowing Down

Why is the middle wave so shy?

First of all, because it won't be read by the intended, but at least it is there if need be. Big thanks to "The Boys" for last nights Moet Chandon, I've no idea what we were celebrating, but it certainly was appreciated by all the "Poets".

I feel like I am becoming some sort of self-obsessed ego maniac. "I'm writing a book, here have a look" (thrusting of bad grammar filled pages into the face). I am surprised the people at work have not dropped me down to a level below "Nick the TwatTM" in the weirdo stakes. I'm even starting to scare myself off with some things and I am sure that if someone came up behind me and called me Stuart, I would respond.

I am still tapping away slowly, don't know what the word count is now, but last I checked it was touching 27,000. Stuart is currently on the train coming back from South Wales having his mind read by The Lady. Still can't decide what she looks like, I can imagine all the other characters (the few that exist) but she is still some sort of transient person. I think she is probably beautiful but only when you get past the ugliness.

I am off to trip thru the wires now but not before offering big hugs to the ever loyal Princess Rowan for introducing me to the world of Fernando Pessoa via "The Book Of Disquiet". http://nescritas.nletras.com/poetsinenglish/fpessoaeng/archives/2008_01.html

Yerself Is Steam...

Everything In It's Wrong Place

25K reached and I am chomping on cheese twists and listening to "Kid A" as a mild celebration.

I think the last two weeks have been amongst the hardest I have attempted to endure, maybe the hardest since the grenouille disappeared from my life all those years ago. Then I let myself wallow in my self pity and despair whereas this time, I have at least let this creativeness help me along with my wallowing.

(Catherine, if you are reading this, Stuart is coming your way soon and if you are not reading this, then he still will be.)

Anyway, munchies await...

"The best you can is good enough"

Saw The Adams Family Twice Today....

Stuart has been on his first holiday. He was in Lisboa, Portugal, for a couple of days and would like to say a big thank you to Princess Rowan for her translations. He is back now, although, he has not been yet!

The word count is now well past the 20,000 mark and careering along in that aimless way that tortoises don't.

Now this may come as a slight surprise, but, I honestly had no idea, until very recently, where this whole thing was going to end up. I just thought it would reach a logical conclusion at the same point that the hero was born. But no, I now have a definite ending in mind. I must admit it was difficult, due to the emotional impact that certain, recent events, have had on me but I revisited one of the possible avenues that my recent life could of taken me and took it to, what would of been, a wonderful conclusion. It hurt me to write one particular paragraph, and I cannot re-read it without feeling heartache, but it gave me the ultimate goal that Stuart is heading, backwards, towards.

Giraffe

Knee Jerk, Knee Jerk, Knee Jerk...

So, a question to which I don't have the answer. How many books of fiction are based on the common theme of good against evil? I am trying to think about this and all the books I can think of ARE about this increasingly common thread. Most, maybe even all of Mr P's are. I am not well enough read to consider much more, but, in my recollection, the majority, if not ALL are about the pre mentioned battle. It keeps coming back, good against evil, and no matter how hard I try to re-direct, "Yesterday Is Another Day" is careering down this common road. It was not and IS not meant to be, but I can not stop its relentless direction.

So is that all there is? Is the whole of our existence centered in concentric circles around this simple premise. Good versus Bad? Love versus Hate? Derby versus Forest? Can we not escape it's gravitational pull, can we not become more than these two polar opposites? Can't we have good and bad separated by, I dunno, quite nice and a bit naughty? Surely it does not have to be a divisive Black Or White?

Anyway, 16,440 words and progressing nicely.

She only gave in to her anger...

Will Oldham Sings Like A Goat

Ah, the bollockity crabs start munching away at the novel. There I sit, tapping away, feeling chuffed to bits at the speed of the progress when something happens that leads to expletives and head scratching. I wasn't even thinking about this part of the book but it leapt out at me anyway. Yep, there it was, not an inaccuracy, but a bloody great big impossibility.

So I sent of three texts to the selected few who I harass into boredom on a regular basis to tell them what had happened and then spent the next hour going through my indiscretion to smooth out this bumpiness. It made my head hurt. It was hidden (not my head), I must admit, but it was defiantly there.

So, got it sussed and then cracked on with the book. And now, actually this feels a bit like when they used to announce the latest amount raised on Blue Peter's latest appeal, the word count is now....

Trumpets...

13,913 words!!! Also, I feel more importantly, I have finished the first section. Mr P has finished off his first few days on earth and is now going to have a few days of mundanity.

Oh, and Mr H, just for you, him and Kate do shag...

Infernal Pain In My Chest

How long does it take to reject me? It is almost 36 hours since I made my first submission to Snowflake, and still nothing. Come on people, I need my depression.

There is a problem I am finding. I am using microsoft Word (deliberate small M) to write my opus. Which is fine, good spell check, although the grammar checker is really starting to piss me off, but then you get to the real world, by which I mean Messenger, and all of a sudden BANG! No. You can't go back and correct the spelling can you. Bloody hell. I don't think i have ever inflicted as many spelleng, I mean SPELLING, mistakes as I have tonight on the always patient Tink.

So, how is it goin' I hear you ask. Well, pretty good. I keep getting bogged down in the very complicated stuff like "What shall I call the pub?" but the easy stuff, like explaining the mystery of the Pyramids and the whole time-space continuum stuff is easy.

Until tomorrow,

My Fingers Hurt

Just passed the 10,000 words mark, thought you might like to know!

Aloha!

Take Me Snowbooks...

There's a hole in my heart, it's a slowdown! I know where that comes from, do you?

Okay, look up a couple of lines.... Okay, got it, you can now download the first part of "Yesterday Is Another Day" free gratis and un-virused. This is the same part of the book that I thrust upon the first of my, hopefully not many, potential publishers this afternoon.

Tell you what though, that writers block thing they go on about has hit today. One hundred words in about two hours and fourteen painkillers. Didn't help that I was also trying to decide if a person could write the events of that day in their diary before they had lived it. Okay, yeah, you could plan your day, but write a report on it? So I just told myself my pin number and went to get some beers to see if that would help. I'll let you know tomorrow if it works.

My time tonight is going so slow, think I need another line... L+P!

Sorry For The Sudden Appearance

I wish it hadn't happened, but now it has, I shall make the most.

Bad thing happens, I hit depression, questioning my existance and my reason within this place. I feel like shit. That was almost a week ago now. And "Yesterday Is Another Day" has gone from a little over 1500 words to almost 9000 in a few hard sweat, losing myself into despair and keyboard tapping sessions. 9000 words, that is approx 10-15% of a novel!

We now have a Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 0, Chapter -1 and an Intermission!

It is also, almost, starting to make some sort of sense. I shall tidy them up and, if I can suss it out, post them here for any poor deluded being to download.

Don't touch that button!

Like A Rootless Flame, In Awe I Stare...

Ahh, another post so soon.

This writing thing is not as easy as they make out.

This writing thing is easier than they make out.

The two sides of writing are being discovered by mello. Sometimes I am writing as many words as the days it takes to write them. Othere days, like today, I am writing hundreds of words before I have even realised my fingers are moving.

I do like my job as a (in)security officer. I sit there liked a coiled spring, waiting to be called upon to flex my muscles and move a traffic cone. But things rarely happen so I am forced to spend my waged hours filling my time in other ways. Listening to the radio, listening to my iPod, reading books, not solving crossword puzzles, and now, adding words to my attempted novel. And I must admit, progress, although on the whole fairly slow, is moving forward steadily. I now have around 4,000 words which results in a prologue (added most recently), the opening chapter and a large part, although a small percentage, of the following chapter. I also have a footnote.

The other wonderful thing that appeared today was a line that was inspired by one of lifes experiences. I have been "taken poorly" over the last few days and last night, while vomiting, I was inspired to add a, what I think might be, a funny line. See, as someone says, every cloud (I feel a lot better now, thanks for asking)

Well, time to go, time waits....

Welcome, the water is warm, if a little cloudy...

Ah, so, just what I/We need, another page attached to the mellophobia brand name. Unlike my other blog http://www.mellophobia.blogspot.com/ (a load of Bollox) but like my website http://www.anstice.co.uk/ this site/blog has a pre-defined pathway.

A short while ago, I had an idea for a novel and, working on the assumption that "everyone has at least one book inside them" (Dunno if that is a sexual perversion or the result of a bored surgeon) I thought I should rid myself of mine as soon as possible. Anyhow, it is quite hard work (Ask Dave Gorman) so I set up this myspace site as a sort of sideshow/diversion to my writing process. I know no-one will read this (if you do, sorry, there is no porn on this site) but maybe it will be a cathartic experience helping me survive the many tortured minutes spent at my keyboard.

So. anyway, my novel. It has a working title, which is more than I am doing at the moment, "Yesterday Is Another Day" and the first chapter, now completed, is called "The End Of A New Life". I would tell you what it is about, but I want to maintain an air of mystery for the time being and besides, I am still a little confused.

More soon, maybe...