Bad Ideas

Bad IdeaThe words have flowed this past week and the story in the follow up to Her Parents’ Daughter has developed well. (At least I think so and if I don’t then it’s unlikely anyone else will).
I’ve given up worrying about the title – that will fall into place in good time – as most of the ones I’m coming up with are really not very good. Bad ideas like Tit for Tat and Tip for Tap have been floating around in my head.
The focus of my cast’s activities is currently in Dartmouth, Devon (not Dartmouth, Massachusetts, USA) which is a town I’ve been visiting quite often recently. But with only a small number of visits packed into a matter of weeks it is impossible to get a true feel for a town so I apologise in advance if I upset anyone in or connected to one of the nicest places I’ve spent any time in for some years.
The main progress this week is that I can now see what the denouement of the book is going to be and how it is going to come about and this is not quite as I saw it when I started out six weeks or so ago (was it only six weeks?).
No doubt when I read it through, and put in some of the back stories, it may change again – not all my ideas are good ones!
But then Steven Spielberg (no less) has been quoted as saying that all good ideas start as bad ideas – that’s why the creative process takes so long.
So there’s hope yet!

 

One step up two steps down

Down the upI’m currently going up the down escalator of life (or down the up?).
Because other things are getting in the way of the writing at the moment when I actually had some time to sit down at the laptop I realised I needed to re-read the whole 42,000 words to regain the threads. This re-read showed up some inconsistencies and repetitions which needed clarification and re-writing so, despite getting up at 3.15 one morning, incidentally completely confusing the cat,  I find myself no further forward in telling the story than I was last week.
Incidentally it became clear that the working title A Different Coast was not going to work so those hours I normally spend lying awake thinking what will be written the next day have, instead, been spent trying to think of the right title.
It is the sequel to Her Parents’ Daughter so I was thinking the title has to reflect that somehow but all those that sprung to mind (A Father’s Revenge and Three Fathers’ Sons etcetera) were either unwieldy or already taken.
At the moment I’m thinking of it as Tit for Tat but can you have “Tit” in the title of a book? I then tried Tip for Tap apparently the original saying and may go with that for the time being anyway.
Hopefully (in all senses of the word) progress will be made before my report to you next week.

Hard going…

A different Coast 4Did I write a blog post recently with the title Books write themselves?
Who was I kidding?
Progress this past week continues to be slow. The ‘day job’ has been time consuming and other things have kept me away from the lap top. 4,000 odd words in the week is not enough as I had hoped to complete the first draft by Christmas.
There are three threads in the book. Two sets of characters are trying to find the truth behind the murder that took place in Yarmouth (the police and the wife of the chief suspect) and one set of characters (including the chief suspect) is trying to do the same on the ‘Different Coast’ (Dartmouth, Devon). When I am able to write for at least an hour every day I can keep up with who knows what and when but if I have to leave it for a couple of days I have to spend the time re-reading bits to make sure I’m not laying any hostages to fortune.
I also have to allow for the fact that few readers will be able to sit and read the whole book through in one sitting, so there have to be recaps for them – but not too many or those who do read quickly get fed up with the re-caps (like in TV programmes where there is a resumé every few minutes in case a viewer isn’t keeping up!)
With a bit of luck I will be able to get back to being a full time author in the coming week and will report better progress next week.

Progress – but slow

Cat with KeyboardProgress with A Different Coast has been slow this past week.
I have had to do some work (until someone spots that my books would really make very, very good television mini-series and/or films I have to keep up with the day job and that has been quite demanding since last Monday) but progress has been made. There are now over 30,000 words. The format is set as we dart backwards and forwards between two sets of protagonists  and get some back-stories (Berlin Wall, East Germany) and already the characters are making their own decisions. One chap, who appeared in Her Parents’ Daughter, has decided he wants a bigger part in the sequel and has elbowed his way in to dominating a whole chapter. Still it was the right decision and I’m glad it was made. His appearance solved a problem I was beginning to worry about.
Apart from the ‘day job’ slowing me down I’ve had help from The Lodger.
As a cat he can’t really help though he does try. I suspect it’s the warm flow of air from the laptop’s fan that he’s really interested in – that and the clicking of the keys.
With a bit of luck I’ll be able to concentrate a bit more for the rest of the week and will raise my average to more than the 1,600 words I’m doing a day at present.
I would really love to have the kind of life where I could start writing after breakfast and end when supper was on the table – or do you have to be a male writer to have that luxury?