When I Feel Heavy Metal – Book 2
A new year and some new fun to have. After much faffing, I’ve started writing another book. Under the sagely advice of Stu, I have stopped working on the plot that has been kicking about for ages now and, with his help, have thrashed out something entirely different to have a go at.
Something different is the key point I think. If I’m honest, I’m going to struggle to find the time to make a lot of progress. This could easily be the busiest working year I have ever had (by quite some way), so I’m not expecting to fly through this. But, to give myself a chance, I’m going to try and write something that should be a lot of fun, for me to write at least. The research so far has, in itself, been entertaining.
I’m usually not one for aphorisms or quotes, but this Camus quote kinda sums up my approach to this book, I want to try and do something I’d enjoy in the hope that it will make the process easier and therefore achievable. After all, so few people are likely to read something that will probably take me years, I have to concentrate on the personal enjoyment of writing it.
A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
So, I found my two or three images and slung them into some madness. To say the plot is ridiculous is a bit of an understatement. It is about as far from The Beatle Man as it could be whilst still being in the same language. Although, it does share 1 plot point which the title of this post refers to. I set myself a challenge of crashing together lots of my favourite things into something that appeared to be a vaguely coherent plot. Well, I did it, in a rough form at least. And boy is it unashamedly daft.
Breath should not be held (for many reasons), I’ll be at this for years! Can’t even promise I’ll finish it. We’ll see… I really would love to get it done.