I have come to the conclusion that I am not very organised. My desk for instance doesn’t exactly create the image of someone who is organised and as for the lager, I make no excuses for this, it is the weekend.
Out of all this chaos I am managing to write at least 2000 words a day at the moment. I always hope for more. If less, there will be no lager or wine as punishment. Other than writing, I still have a great deal to sort out following the period where my life spiralled out of control towards the end of last year. Paperwork mostly and given the state of my desk, it could take me some time to sort it all out.
Still, against all the odds, I write on regardless. The novel keeps me awake at night, in more ways than one. My characters have been squabbling and much dialogue is currently being exchanged. I am conscious that my mentor says I should cut down on the amount of dialogue I am using. The problem is, I fear, is that I write like I talk. In other words my descriptive text probably isn’t what it should be, but I soldier on.
I think I will sort my desk and paperwork out tomorrow. Right now there is too much going on in my head, which I need to transfer to my hard drive. Once I have done this, I am sure it will help me think more clearly. Removing the plot lines that have been backing up in my head will, I hope, help me write more succinctly and not be quite so overwhelmed with the compulsion to write so much dialogue.
At the forefront of my mind is the ending as it still remains unknown, but I take heart from Captain James T. Kirk as he would say “There’s no such thing as the unknown – only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood.”
I am sure another la
ger will help me to understand.