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Consequence Of...
Hi,
Writing a book is a journey. Like a train-ride perhaps. You start at Point A and enjoy (if it's worth enjoying) the ride to point B. Then off you get and on you go to you destination. Sometimes you get off in the middle somewhere and wait for another train on another platform - known more commonly as 'transit'.
So I began the journey of Bk III in 2008. After the initial beginnings of a first draft and a huge amount of research - I had to stop in 2009 and put the manuscript in 'transit'. - OK! I shoved it in the cupboard for a while. The 'while' became 4 years. So I'm guessing the manuscript was a stow-away then? Right?
Since January 2013 I've been busy getting my head 'back in the book' and catching up on where I last was (about half way through). Last night I reached the no-turning-back point. There's nothing to revise or edit for now - not in this draft, at least! I have to type the next few chapters on the laptop (from the original hand-written version) and then pound out the other half of the story.
Life doesn't roll like that now, does it? Real life, I mean. It doesn't stop and languish for a while until you have time to catch up. It just ticks away. Real life is like a chain of events that result as a series of actions from those preceeding it. A consequence of...
I wonder what the consequence of picking up the unfinished story will be? Any ideas?
Writing a book is a journey. Like a train-ride perhaps. You start at Point A and enjoy (if it's worth enjoying) the ride to point B. Then off you get and on you go to you destination. Sometimes you get off in the middle somewhere and wait for another train on another platform - known more commonly as 'transit'.
So I began the journey of Bk III in 2008. After the initial beginnings of a first draft and a huge amount of research - I had to stop in 2009 and put the manuscript in 'transit'. - OK! I shoved it in the cupboard for a while. The 'while' became 4 years. So I'm guessing the manuscript was a stow-away then? Right?
Since January 2013 I've been busy getting my head 'back in the book' and catching up on where I last was (about half way through). Last night I reached the no-turning-back point. There's nothing to revise or edit for now - not in this draft, at least! I have to type the next few chapters on the laptop (from the original hand-written version) and then pound out the other half of the story.
Life doesn't roll like that now, does it? Real life, I mean. It doesn't stop and languish for a while until you have time to catch up. It just ticks away. Real life is like a chain of events that result as a series of actions from those preceeding it. A consequence of...
I wonder what the consequence of picking up the unfinished story will be? Any ideas?
