Slowly and surely they drew their plans against us*. I’ve done very little work of an evening, there is no denying it. I think I need my holiday which, luckily, arrives next week. The plot for Terra Exitus is moving along but I’m struggling with the fact I can let go of some of the original ideas I had, despite not being able to make them fit the narrative. Obviously, this will have to happen but I’ll need bits to replace them. And, as happened with The Beatle Man, making one bit of plot work tends to kick other bits out of shape. At least I’m doing that in advance this time, not as I typed.
Although this time, it is almost more of clash of themes. I have a strong idea of the central theme, but the only plot that makes sense just now, doesn’t quite fit with that. So changes are required. (By lucky hap, I think I just worked out how as I typed this! Thankyou pointless rambling!)
So, its nearly time to sit down and start writing. And there is an odd feeling. When I did this before, I had no idea if I could write a whole book. I’ve done that now (good or bad, rejected or otherwise). But still, I sit down now with more belief and crucially, with the challenge being to make it good, not just to see if I can make it to the end. As I discovered before, however long it takes, that’s the easy bit.
* I must re-read that.
