The other day it occurred to me that some of my covers were a bit lack luster and I thought I should update them. My meager image editing skill is slowly improving and so I went about and did some tweaks.
The last few weeks have been blah. I’ve got no motivation for writing and I’m not sure if it’s burnout again or something else.
But what I do have is a whole bunch of ideas that are in various stages of to-be-planned-out. Some have already got a few chapters, other are just dot points, and all of them do not have any endings.
Soooooo, what I am going to be doing next is spending the next month or so just sitting down and planning them out. Not sure how I’m going to allocate my time, but I’m always using my noggin to be thinking up stuff. I’ll probs be jumping all over and maybe add some existential thoughts to the mix.
Anyhow I also wrote an erotica under a pen name and it’s going better than all my other stories combined. So there’s that.
I went over my first novel, Feet or Fins, the other day and Jesus, did I let a bunch of stuff slide. Just using the editing tool in Word revealed so many errors. I was only planning on adding a chapter image I found in Canva. It was only a chapter heading, but I saw the dreaded red and blue squiggly lines.
I had to go back and fix a bunch of stuff. I can understand why people end up wanting to take down their first works. But I’m not ashamed of what I’ve created. I didn’t do a complete overhaul of the manuscript, just fixing up smaller grammar and punctuation. But I do think it has improved the story 🙂
Just found out that the reason that we use the letter K to represent a thousand words is because of the Greeks. You know ‘coz K is for kilo. Also writing a 80 kilo book is beyond impressive.
Unlike me, who today, wrote no kilos.
The day before that, I again wrote no kilos.
And the day before that? Don’t know. Probably nothing as well. I’m living in a world of timeless haze to be honest. Will tomorrow be my day of writing a kilo?
So for all other writers of an aspiring nature, write your kilos. No one else will.
Here I am sitting in front of my laptop, with no window behind it and wondering about the last twelve months in the Netherlands. I arrived in Utrecht just before my 30th birthday and the day before this country’s first lock down. One of many failed attempts to curb the corona rates. At first I thought to use the time to write productively. I had thoughts of 9-5 writing hours like a business and I’d kick arse. I’d write more than ever before and finish more than ever before.
But dear blog reader, it did not go that way.
I did write, however I was unsatisfied with how much I wrote. Yeah, I got out a novella and novelette from idea spark to publication but I wanted more. I was moody, irritated and unsatisfied with myself. And it was a constant. It also didn’t help that I found Utrecht to be a step down from Edinburgh. The tax rate’s higher, health care isn’t free. Food costs more and the language barrier a bit of a wall. Utrecht as a city is expensive and I don’t understand how people can live here and like it. If Covid had hit just a month or so later it might have been better for us as we would still be back in the UK. We went from living in our own flat to a share house . . . for the same price.
And the end of 2020 was terrible. I never mentioned it online before because I didn’t know how to, but my husband was attacked by a former roommate. His wrist was slashed to the bone and he almost bleed out. There was blood all over the third floor landing. However, the police got to us in under ten minutes and gave a tourniquet to him. The roommate got arrested and is in jail under a manslaughter charge. Chris says my steely resolve is what saved him because I kept calm throughout everything while he was bleeding out. (His physio is going great, and he has full use of his hand, thought a part of it has no feeling in it).
To add more unpleasantness to the situation, my husband’s contract was not renewed. This happened before the attack. But not at the fault of him. His workplace is toxic or was, if it still exists in a few years. A third of staff has left since he began and he has won two bottles of scotch from co-workers about making bets on who leaves and when.
The end of his contract also means the end of his work visa and by extension mine. As Australians we can be in the country for three months without a visa so we going to decide at the end of March if we return to the UK (we have residence) or to Australia. What makes everything difficult is that we have two cats. Chris got them years ago thinking we’d be in Europe for years to come. So we have to work out how to transport them and the only pet quarantine facility is in Melbourne and then get them to Brisbane.
Becoming stardust is on its last day as being a freebee. The short story prequel is under 10k words and you can read it in an afternoon. In fact, it’s currently listed as number 69 (hehehe) on the Best 45-minute Science Fiction and Fantasy Short Reads. After today the story will be 99 cents and be on exclusively on Kindle until June 9 before appearing on Smashwords.
Here is the synopsis if you’re interested.
Before Ilona took on the identity of a dead girl, she was a hunted girl. Her mother and she had known nothing but running until the bounty hunters finally caught them. Wounded and orphaned, Ilona sneaks her way onto a smuggling ship. Subsequently becoming part of the crew. This appears to be the break that finally gives her a safe upbringing. However, it is just the beginning.