This blog has over 1300 posts. I once deleted 300 in a fit of the vapours, and I have no way of getting them back, so 1300+ will have to do. I think the posts go back to about 2009, maybe earlier, will have to check. I was coming out of a really unsuccessful relationship with an agent and publisher who wanted me to go down a road that I didn’t want to go, writing books abut teaching, which was my job at the time.
The books were fine, I still like them, but they weren’t where my heart lay. Fiction is the thing for me. Making up stories. Discovering new worlds.
I was telling Lishman last week that on those regular occasions when I want to give it all up, when I want to shed the burden of writing, I know I never will, because I owe those characters who are in my head the chance to speak, the chance to live and breathe. I owe them a debt. They presented themselves to me and I can’t let them down.
I write for one hour every day, and I think I might have to up that to two. Doesn’t sound like a huge change, but it would be a massive step. That current one hour includes editing and admin, so it’s not like I’m putting down 500 or a 1,000 words every day, but I’m more productive now than I used to be, and I would like to become even more so.
Those characters, see.