I’m actually writing two pieces concurrently at the moment. They are not related, and they don’t overlap thematically except in broad terms and themes; as noted previously, it’s hard for me to write a strictly happy story. The mystery of why remains such, and I’m not going to investigate it too much. So how does writing two things at once help me keep my drive?
To write an answer to this question, I began in the same way I do before starting most ventures; slumping in my chair, looking at my desk in an unfocused, slightly sightless fashion and breathing slow enough that I could well be hibernating. At least, that’s the physical manifestation of me being deep in thought. Not a compelling image, and certainly not sculpture worthy beyond the real of satire. I’ve been told I look faintly depressed, but this is not the case. The cogs are whirring, and rarely have any dust to shed before they work properly now that I’m doing this writing schtick full time.
It has been a long while since I’ve posted, but I’m going to get back in the habit of weekly posts. There will be two this week, since my adventures in middle-north of England for the Vengeance V3 Guild Ball Tournament. I’ve got pretty wrapped up in that game and it’s a lot of fun, but that’s not what I’ve mainly been doing since I quit my day job. No, no, no, friends; I’ve been writing.
I have not been the most prolific writer, since finish the first draft of my second book. In fact, I took a month off – mainly. Mostly. I took feedback and decided on edits I’d need to make, wrote a little bit of another project and typed up a short story that was previously only recorded on scraps of dog-eared paper held together by a broken staple and hope. But mostly, I didn’t write.
A very long time has passed since the last post here, and not because there’s not been anything to write about! I’ve spent two weeks in the Philippines, done a lot of gaming after getting very much into Guildball and I published my first book! What excitement! After six weeks on the market I’ve had ten sales and made about £15, which works out as about £10 a month. I’ve done minimal advertising so I’m not too upset, and I also haven’t quit my day job, so this isn’t tragedy – on the contrary, I’m really frelling chuffed about it! It’s got me keen to write the sequel, especially as a few of my customers (read: friends) are asking about it frequently.
The day after I’d finished my edits to the first draft and emailing the manuscript out I found myself at a bit of a loose end. I’m off work on Annual Leave at the moment – couldn’t carry it all over so had to use some – and spent most of the morning bumming around, half-heartedly playing computer games or disinterestedly reading. I’ve also finished X-COM 2, a fantastic game (and game series) that I highly recommend, so really had nothing else to do. It was awfully unsettling after driving myself hard to read and edit my entire novel over the two weeks before.
Midnight in Hyde Park. The hour for couples to wander aimlessly, whispering sweet nothings while clutching hands beneath the sparsely placed street lights, or predators to prowl around the fringes waiting for an unsuspecting victim – but not tonight. I stood, crushed shoulder to shoulder among a crowd of hundreds, thousands. There were no fights, no arguments, no movement. We stood there, locked in place not just by each other but by the sight we had come to behold. We were one of hundreds of other groups that had gathered across the world. Tonight, six billion people from all across the world turned their gazes upward. Not towards the heavens, not towards the stars; we stared at the moon, and the crack spreading silently across its pale, eerie surface.