I noticed the other day that I have now written and posted nearly 26,000 words to my blog. That’s a fair few words and certainly enough for a novella. It also takes time to put all those posts together, though that will have to remain a mystery as I never keep track of time spent on these posts. But seeing that word count did cause me to stop and ask why do I write these posts?
Thought I’d share a new fifty word short with you this week, Who Knew. Makes a change from my usual wanderings.
Writing is a wonderful experience when things are going well and the words pour from your fingertips like water over a fall, but what about those times when you realise you’ve got it wrong?
I sometimes see discussions about writer’s block and I wonder what they’re going on about because it’s not something that ever seems to afflict me. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t other things that cause havoc with my writing.
I noticed the other day that there are longer, special edition releases of the Lord of the Rings films doing the rounds and that got me to thinking.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I was reading a post the other day that said something wonderful. Something that put a smile on my face for the rest of the evening.
OK, so an unusual post this week. I’m looking for your help.
I was working up an idea I had for a new story the other day and it occurred to me that it didn’t seem to matter when it was set nor whether or not I made the period in time clear to the reader. But am I right to think this is the case?
I started reading a Barbara Vine (aka Ruth Rendell) novel, The Brimstone Wedding, a couple of nights ago and it reminded me at once of one thing in particular that makes for a really excellent fictional crime story.
As the years have advanced I have found myself increasingly unwilling to persist with reading a book that I’m not enjoying and this has cropped up big time recently.