Richard Wright

author of strange, dark fictions


The 20 Day Novel: Day 17

NicotinellIt needn’t be hell… (other brands are available).

Three vivid nicotine dreams last night. One was just multicoloured nonsense, but the other two had narrative of some sort. The details of the stories are slipping away, but I’m left with images. One isn’t printable, and I’ll leave that to your imagination. On the other I was back with the boat, beached on umber tidal flats. They were shallow and went out forever. Each wave brought the sea rushing in for miles, and there were steeper shelves every hundred yards or so. If I ran at the shelf with the tide behind me and jumped just as the water hit the shelf the energy of the waves somehow propelled me higher than I could ordinarily manage. I played at flying, in my dream, and can still taste the saltwater splashes.

Nicotine dreams are awesome.

In the waking world, I’m less enthralled with the whole process of giving up smoking. I’m managing though. A solid day writing will reassure me that the world isn’t ending just because I can’t light up.

I’m starting the day with 62,457 words on the novel. Were I still hopeful of finishing in twenty days I would have to write a staggering 9385 words today. That won’t happen. There are writers out there who can rattle that off, but I’m not one of them. Today I’ll be jumping ahead a chapter so that I can pick up with Ro’s part of the story where I left it at the end of chapter 26. Having found the momentum of that, i don’t want to lose it now.

Before I start though, I’m going to run a couple of errands so they’re not hanging over me while I’m trying to write. Back soon.

Glad I did that. Took longer than I thought, and would have wrecked my day if I’d left it. Now I should have a (fairly) clear run at this.

11:10 – 12:00. 702 words. It’s a bit stop/start this morning, but at least things are moving. Need to stretch, have lunch, and think the scene through again from a couple of different angles.

13:00 – 16:00. 1819 words (2521 total). I’m having real trouble focussing on this. I make a start, manage a hundred words, and then drift off again. I suspect it’s the smoking cessation. Poor concentration is supposed to be a side effect. Hopefully, one that cases pretty bloody quickly. I like everything I’m writing – I just

Anyway, chapter 28 is now done, and the worlds has pretty well collapsed around Ro’s ears. That act two climax is at its peak. I’ll come back later and at least make a start on chapter 30.

Nope. I’ll completely zone out instead. I can console myself wit the fact that my 2521 words today is a staggering 150% improvement on yesterday’s effort. The novel is now 64,978 words long.

Taking a holiday halfway through the book may not have been the smartest plan…

While I’m writing this novel, I’m also preparing to release another called The Flesh Market in February 2014. A story of science, murder, obsession, and the walking dead, the book creeps between the slums of 19th century Edinburgh and the ivory towers of its academia. In the next couple of weeks, well before the book is released, I’ll be giving everybody signed up to my email newsletter a free ebook copy for their Kindles, Nooks, smartphones, etc. At the top right of this page is a ‘Newsletter Signup’ box. Stick your email in and you’re done. Your details will never be passed on, to anybody, ever. Thanks!

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