I’m thinking a lot about my novel. I just wrote few hundred more words and came to a point where I feel I can pick up easily tomorrow, or rather, later today. New content for chapter 3 tally to around 2000 words which is pretty good going since I never typed a single word for months, and now, suddenly, I’m writing on paper with my favourite twisty orange pencil. Surprisingly I’ve found it much easier to write my thoughts on paper than bash them into a keyboard where I can constantly reshape my writing and get distracted by almost anything. It can’t help that my desk is so cluttered with rubbish and empty used glasses and cups that there isn’t even a clear space to work from, I’d take a picture just to show you, but I’d be ashamed. In the kitchen however, there is a large table to work on with extra room and zero distractions. It’s been working quite well so far and I’ve written 5 pages alone today.
I’m also thinking about short stories. I’ve written quite a few and I think It’s about time I share them with the world. There’s one in particular I wrote not too long ago, entitled ‘Renoir circa 2037′. It’s set in the distant future in a city called Renoir (like you hadn’t guessed that already), after some great war has taken place, possibly alien but I’m thinking more robotic. Or both. There is hardly any military left and no government to speak of, cities are run by gangs and mobsters and the sole currency is narcotics. My original thoughts were to write a six episode tale of one mans journey through the horror of war and its aftermath, though I don’t want to take any time away from writing my novel which has just been replaced on the priority list.