I realised that it was a year ago this week (the 27th February, in fact) that I started writing properly again.
That was the first day I sat on the train in the morning and willed myself to write something in that seemingly unpromising surround. The sketch I produced that morning soon became a novel and I was suddenly on my way to becoming an indie author.
Without wanting to sound too melodramatic, it was like I found my destiny.
(That book, to be fair, I’ve got into a typed draft but haven’t finished yet. It’s the first part of a trilogy and I want to have written the second part and made headway on the third by the time I publish it. I’ve blocked off the second half of this year for that, so expect me to talk more about this in 2019).
It seems fitting that a year to the day after I first started down this new writing path, I finished the second typed draft of my new novel. This is the follow up to DIANA CHRISTMAS (which is, of course, out later this month and the first three chapters are available now on Instafreebie). It’s the second in my ‘Screen Siren Noir’ series.
I’m giving myself six weeks-ish to do the rewriting before I hand it over to the editor, yet right now I feel quite happy with it. Obviously, there’s still a lot of work to be done, but I’m quite pleased with how it’s shaping up.
Without a doubt, in a few weeks’ time I’ll have my furrowed brow in my hands as I tell myself that it’s the worst thing ever written by anybody and is pretty much unsalvageable, but for now let me have my moment.
So that’s the second ‘Screen Siren Noir’ novel coming to fruition, while in the mornings and evenings I’m now working on the third instalment.
This one though is much a case of history repeating itself. Much like DIANA CHRISTMAS, I originally envisaged it as a 20,000-word novella and, like DIANA CHRISTMAS it turned out that it’s going to need more than double that to tell the tale.
So, another new novel then. But that’s good. I’m creating, I’m getting stuff out there, I’m slowly finding my readers and in my dark minded and pessimistic way, I’m even a little optimistic about the future
A year ago, I was only just starting out, and now – even though I’m not close to where I want to be yet – I feel like I’m making strides in the right direction. There’s still a long way to go, and yet – you know what? – I’m going to stand back and say I’m pretty pleased with how far I’ve come.