The morning mist hangs in the air.
Like a still life,
within my still life
Breath goes in. Breath goes out.
Steam rises from the first cup of coffee
And the cold air carries no sound across the field


My novel journey, part II

Wow, time flies. Summer is over and Halloween-Brexit month is here…

I’ve now taken my first ever novel to a draft 1,5, rather than a second, but I’m very happy with that. It’s a story I love, but I’ve realised it needs to be reworked completely (I’m even thinking it might need a whole new setting!). I’m super chuffed that I got it this far, but now it’s time to work on something different and learn new things.

The biggest thing I learned from editing this novel is that I wrote it like a pantser, but I’m without doubt a plotter. A Plotter with a capital P, and with all the other letters in all-caps as well. Early on I did do some planning and plotting, or so past-me thought, but with hindsight I know I barely scratched the surface. So yes, it’s a good time to start again.

It’s daunting, but also exciting. I’ve had a few ideas over the past year that I’ve not had the chance to work on, and you know, a month before NaNoWriMo might be a good time to start brainstorming…

Currently though, I’m “refilling the well” by reading a lot – juggling Brightly Burning by Alexa Donne and A House of Ghosts by W.C.Ryan with podcasts like Writing Excuses – not a bad start to autumn.