I have spoken briefly around the Sibling novel, added information and hints. This month has been hectic for me in terms of objectives at work, busy home life and a need to relax. I set a goal to write at least 1,000 words a day until I had finished the Sibling first draft, be it using a computer, a tablet or the app on my phone Werdsmith. I tend to manage 1,000 words in half an hour to two, but can spread that over the whole day.
I have managed to achieve that target and the word count up until last night for this month reached……
It has been a great month for writing and thoroughly enjoyable. The characters are a pleasure to write, minus for a few arseholes but we need those too.
I am not yet finished. Still writing the last act and it’s been up and down emotional wise with the characters but I think I have an ending which will do it justice and lead in to the follow up novel. I have two to three to follow after as realised it has a much wider story connected.
I was hoping to have the first draft finished by the end of January but will be looking at the week after. Once the first draft is completed I’ll be taking a break from it and will allow it to marinate before editing and wil concentrate on reading for a time.
I would like to thank everyone who has offered support, guidance and humour my way 🙂 You are all amazing.
Thank you all for the kind comments on The Professor Hokum – Serial Sunday. That will continue tomorrow.
I have been tagged with answering some questions and wil look to do that over the next week or so. But before I head off, I do have a few questions for my lovely and talented readers out there.
When it comes to writing or reading, what are your preferred choices?
Tea or coffee? If so, what type? Loose or tea bags? Coffee pods or cafetière?
I prefer a large tea, usually Tea Bags or a cafetière. I like my tea strong with little milk and a strong black coffee. Dolce Gusto Grande pods are great along with Whittards loose coffee.
Biscuits! I love biscuits. I have cut down on my intake and have lost over six pound in weight so far this year – I will keep going. But what are your favourite biscuits snacks?
I love chocolate Bourbon biscuits. I can rarely ever say no to a ginger biscuit, party ring, jammy dodger or chocolate chip cookie. I love biscuits. If you don’t like biscuits, what’s your choice?
Chair, sofa or bed? Where do you like to read/write?
I write a lot of these posts in bed. I do prefer writing on the sofa or my spacious chair in the living room, tucked up with a drink and a duvet or blanket. Where an animal gets nosy and inquires what I am doing before heading back to my wife, it’s nice to have a cuddle with them.
I do! I do! I do! Can get lost for hours doing that.
Do you mind music or television on in the background?
I get lost in the moment with background noise. I could be listening to a playlist and when I finally lift my head up from writing I find that I had not heard the last fifteen songs. I don’t mind things happening in the background as i find the more silent the room, the less I can concentrate. Unless it is loud eating or any other annoying noise, I’ll be fine.
Please let me know the answers to those questions (don’t worry I won’t force you) as it would be nice to know others likes.
Thank you for reading this Supplementary Saturday. I will keep everyone posted on the first draft and please keep an eye out for Serial Sunday.
Before I leave, I will leave with an excerpt. It is raw and unedited but it will introduce you to a character that I have not mentioned in my posts prior.
It was hot. Not the kind that people used to complain about when the weather in England reached over thirty degrees. It was skin sizzling, dehydrating hot. Any longer out in the heat, and Private Young would have passed out. He was bordering on it when he got relieved of his duty.
Young bumped fists with the colleague in passing; enthralled by the prospect of a cold shower and a decent sleep. He had no kinship with the other soldiers and had never learnt their names. He had no time for them or any interest in socialising. That could lead to sympathetic stories being shared and their previous lives and loves brought to reality. Private Young could not risk that; even if the temptation to converse was there, his mission would not allow it.
He slid between the large open gates and closed them once inside the land that had been known as London. His uniform clung to his skin, sweat dripping from his brow and splashing against the dry soil. In a matter of seconds, the water had evaporated.
I’m going now to listen to some music, do some writing and relax. Have a great day all.
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