60,000 words reached 💃🏼
60,000 words reached 💃🏼
Truman Capote apparently said:
“I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil”
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
We hear this a lot don’t we, from editors and publised authors who have been there and worn the proverbial T-shirt.
They’ve had to lose chunks, chapters and sometime even whole sections of their carefully thought out prose.
But chances are, the overall effect of losing the waffle, the unnecessary description, the side-character’s shoe colour, will improve the reading experience.
And that, right there, is what I hope to give my readers when one day this novel is completed – and edited professionally 👌🏼
I now have 30,000 words and wanted to drop by to share this news with you as I’ve juggled all summer between 22 and 28 thousand words and never seemed to be able to get any more down!
I’ve set myself a goal and a reward at achievement, which is I can only start reading another novel once I’ve typed 10,000 NEW words. 😱 (I know, eeek! But it’s working. I set the goal yesterday and I’ve typed over 2,000 already 👏🏼)
I hope you’re all getting done the things you wanted to get down today xx
As we walked around the base of what’s known as ‘The Gherkin‘, we were treated to some beautiful reflections within the panels. Architecture is pretty impressive these days around the Big Smoke.
I took this photo from the front seat, top deck, of a double decker and was just lucky to capture the striking contrast between old London, resembling something like Gringotts Bank, and new… and still growing 👌🏼 but check out how the mirrored surface of the glass materials make it less obvious against the sky. Sort of.
This was the journey on the number 11 bus between Westminster Abbey and Liverpool Street Stn.
Back in the Abbey, up inside the tower visiting the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee rooms (£5 per person) we climbed four or five flights of brand new stairs and had the most amazing view of the Houses of Parliament!
We ate a delicious breakfast (£7.95) in presumably what was the dining area for monks a long time ago when the Abbey was just that, long before Christopher Wren was commissioned to add the tower.
I won’t attempt here to go into the history as you can read the professionals’ accounts and perhaps even visit the Abbey yourself – information here. Save to say the first church building was thought to have been built on this site as early as a thousand years ago on an island called Thorney Island surrounded by tributaries of the Thames!
Always a pleasure to spend girlie time with my daughter. I know how lucky I am that she is happy to spend time with me. I certainly wasn’t doing this with my own mother when I was 20. I’d moved 100 miles away and even acquired a horse as I wasn’t that concerned about spending time back ‘home’.
Note to self – STOP BUYING CHOCOLATE
oooh, I nearly forgot to update you. Remember in Spain I set myself a target to update my wordcount? Well I failed miserably there because we talked about life and jobs and stuff while swimming and eating and relaxing. I did write two thirds of a second erotic novella but I’m not counting those words!
Since I’ve been back though, I’ve been partaking in instagram writing sprints, joining in ‘live’ with other writers and I think I’ve written around 5,000 in a week 👌🏼🥂
I set myself up and once the men have gone back out to work after lunch, I settle down and ignore the phone and I’m actually getting some words down. Long may it continue.
Thank you to those who did share their wordcount goals and I know Joseph Beech was hoping to blog every fortnight… let’s pop across and see what’s he’s been up to 🥂
keep up the good work everyone and enjoy the sun while we still have it 🌤
Although the rain has stopped, I am loathe to take down our makeshift tent. Our voices bounce back somehow, the words caring, soothing and kind. I had dreamed of seeing her again, but not dared to hope too hard that she might feel love’s pull.
The edge of the vast ocean is lace thin on the sand, shifting shingle shares the beach with secret lovers. Each time she leans in to whisper, it is all I can do to remain seated. My skin’s surface is dotted with desire as adrenalin flows, gathering excitement along with it and my heart refuses to beat the calm I need of it.
The strain in my arm is becoming painful but oddly adds to the excitement of the erotic quality of being outside and unable to touch her. I concentrate on the horizon and her whispered words become tentative air kisses, closer she leans, pausing against my ear and breathing hard in just that way she knows I love. I want her to kiss it but she stays motionless, her not-so-steady breathing sending surges of power through my limbs.
I turn my head a little and smile but my darkened pupils tell their own story, that one where we need no words, only time and space in which to fully explore and enjoy each other, like we’ve done before.
Go away … I’m busy writing …