There are moments in life – say a Tuesday morning when you left your freelance writer partner in bed listening to The News Quiz whilst you went off to work – when you wonder if you’ve made bad choices. Not about the partner, who is a delight, but about giving up on freelancing in favour of a job that actually pays you something.
I haven’t updated in ages, for two reasons. First of all I wasn’t writing anything for days at a time and I was too embarrassed to tell you. Well, I was writing loads actually – there was an article about libraries, one about trying to make it as a freelance journo, and one about what it’s like trying to get into theatre directing; as well as assorted posts on my other blogs – but it none of these were my murder mystery novel.
Then last weekend, I wrote so much my hands nearly exploded. That meant I didn’t really have time to blog, although there was some very mundane tweeting about how many words I had got down. Between Saturday and Monday I did 23,722 words in order to catch up with my word count target. Re-reading and editing that lot is going to be interesting…
Anyway, now that chicken sitting duties are over I have gone back to work four days a week, which I hope will help to get me into some semblance of a writing routine. Assuming I get some suggestions for March’s Western – thus far it has been suggested that the protagonist be called Victor McGlynn, which I rather like, but other characters / plot devices / etc are still wide open. Feel free to leave a comment below or on the facebook page if you’ve got any further ideas!