Busy week. I've not done as much work on my new project as I could have. I'm not sure how much I should do at this point.
See I think a kernel of my being, a shameful little twig branching off from the trunk of my soul, is downright lazy. Like a diva I have an internal desire for at least one day or evening or weekend where I am required to do nothing. So what I've to do is trick my subconscious into that space where writing is relaxing.
This isn't too hard and I've made inroads this week. The fact that I squeezed in some writing work even when I've had a lot to do bodes well.
As for the project itself, it has legs. I've approached it with a slightly more organised mind than I usually do when writing (normal technique = picture anything and write about it. Let imagination run wild). I still want to apply that normal technique as I think if I deny how my mind works or views things I'll be denying my 'style' if you can call it that.
The organisation involved a bit of a think about the overarching story: the characters who'd be involved; their journey; the settings; some scenes I'd like; things to avoid; things to embrace. I came up with a lot of background and I want more before I begin proper.
I've jotted down some possible openings, as with many things I find the beginning a delicate matter. Something hard to start satisfactorily.
This is one of those boring 'diary' type posts to keep myself on track.
I'm off on a yacht trip with some friends. It's the closest a working-class type like me can get to the big life and it's enjoyable but today it will be something I'll soak up so I can relive it again on paper as someone else, in different circumstances, as the foundation for an interesting scene.
One last interesting point: My desire to play the more time intensive games I like to dabble in (mainly Warcraft) has disappeared into a void with the birth of this new idea, this proper attack at writing a book.
I may analyse that during the week.
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