Novel word count: 18.708
I’ve been struggling with the novel. I’d gotten off to an excellent start, was full of beans and raring to go, but hit a brick wall a couple of weeks ago and have been quietly avoiding the issue ever since. It would be easy to claim that work has gotten in the way. Yes, the two consecutive business trips to Helsinki, commisions, projects and workshops did have an impact on my brain-space, but there has been ample time to carve out an hour here or there for some solid writing.
I think I’ve been struggling because I knew that something was missing from the story. I presume that this is all part of the journey of writing. I honestly don’t consider myself to be a writer, I’ve never done anything like this before which is both exciting and terrifying at the same time, but I was worried that I might give in, give up or just spend the rest of my life telling people that I’m writing the novel.
And then there’s this newsletter with it’s small and perfectly formed subscription base: that’s you, dear reader! The days would pass, the writing wouldn’t happen, the word count wouldn’t go up, and the newsletter remained unsent. Pressure. But then I remembered that this was why I’d set out to do this newsletter in the first place: to document the ups and the downs, the writer’s block and the joy of getting a couple of thousand marvellous words strung together. The high of writing a story.
So this issue of The Passing is slightly different. You will have noticed that the word count has stayed the same and there’s no excerpt from the book (both will return in the next issue). And I’m only sharing one link with you because it’s a remarkable article: dark, sinister and utterly chilling, and that, buried deep within, holds the solution to my story problem.
Until next time,