Ego keeps you going

So, you're doing your walk every day but you're still getting rejections. What's to do? Ray Bradbury has the answer, (or an answer if you want to be picky).



Status report on progress of N2 = 40,314

Advice to writers

There is lot's of advice out there for writers - written by writers of course. We all know it and seem to like hearing the same advice again and again. Time for action! Here's a great comedy writer/performer telling you again what you already know:



Status report on Book2 progress: 36,159 words by Chapter 7.

Paperback writer

Doing a bit of tangential research for the book, I came across The Beatles' 'Paperback Writer' on YouTube. (see below) This got me to thinking...does or did anyone set out to be a 'hardback writer'? I guess the modern version is 'e-book' writer but that occupation is so ubiquitous it hardly seems to be worth considering.

Anyway, progress on the book is v.slow. If I'd had college essays to write (too old for those now), I'd have run a few off by now. Now that is a challenge. Does it mean I'm not really cut out for this creative writing lark? (Writers dark moment).

So, report on progress to date: 22,651 words, 5 chapters in.

The Writer

Having lived for a while at Alfred Hitchcock's birth town, I have a peculiar liking for dark comedy. Currently showing on UK TV is a comedy sketch show performed by Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse featuring a writer and an hotel landlady. It is pure Hitchcock I tell you! Here, have a peek:

The point?

After many months of inactivity, a review of progress on novel No.2 resulted in a new paragraph or two. After shutting down for the evening feeling optimistic that progress could now be made, returned to the fray as blocked as ever. Why, she asks herself? After all, novel No.1 was produced under far more unfavourable conditions. What's the matter?

Nothing.

Yes, it's been nothing for months. Almost a year in fact, as subscription renewal notices remind me. Tempus fugit, as they say.

Actually, almost a year ago I stopped doing one of the set of futile activities I started as a result of being made redundant. The economic climate was not right, I told myself. Hmmm. Now, as I write, there are a whole lot of chickens gone to roost regarding national and international economic and business conditions. Too bad. Can't help feeling there's a 'revolutionary' change about to happen. The 21st century cannot possibly carry on like the 20th ended. Trouble is, I'm inclined to think that what I do, and can do, is as much use to the future as Dodos' flying capabilites, (i.e. zilch). A line of thought that doesn't exactly aid creative thinking!

So, where am I?

Ah yes, word count = 17948.