Words

A long, long time ago, a good friend of mine painted a rather striking picture full of words, originally entitled: Words.
Millions of years later, we bumped into each other and the first thing that entered my head was this picture. And yep, the picture still exists.
Funny that, as I don't have the opening words to the beginning of my second chapter. God, if I could have just dipped into this picture for a while and grabbed some! A friend in need... indeed!

The Words.

The Words.

It's not writer's block. There's a spark of inspiration missing. It's coming, I do know that, just it's hiding in a corner, somewhere dark, somewhere quiet, whispering to me, slightly out of earshot, tantalising. I'm listening, just not recognising. Yet!
I've got four days off next week, and I'm hammering at the door of creativity, believing the face of this book's devil will be reflected in the words of the 'good people' on the other side of the door. Good people? What is 'good'? It's all relative, I do assure you. I need to reassure myself - maybe that's the problem. I gotta think!
I took my time over the opening words of the tale, and I'm hoping, believing, that the story will write itself, like the beginning did. (Great english, that!)
I'm close to finishing this chapter. What on earth am I worrying about? Opinions, probably. I gotta live up to the hype. My hype, actually.
I'm cracking up. Probably, too.
Madness!
Writing life...

Lions and tigers and bears - Oh my!

Yep, I watched The Wizard Of Oz on Sunday, and before it Easter Parade. Two of my favourite films and in my top five list on Facebook, too.
I fully intended to complete my rewrite of Chapter 2, but this wonderful boost of light relief was very much needed: the darkness of my new work can have the effect of colouring my thoughts. It was great!
Another reason for not writing too much is the previously-referred-to Dickensian addition to the tale. Having now accepted that this must happen, a rather crazy conversation between two people in the story sprang up inside my head, which, if I manage to pull it off, should be illuminating as to the thoughts and attitudes of people towards the hero. A bit of show, and no tell!
Soon, Solvey, Rich and Noel the Ultimate Proofreader will get their copies of the new opening poem, prologue and first three chapters. Not because I'll be sending them off soon (they won't be sent, as I now understand I can't do that until the book is almost finished), but because I'm going to need their opinions. And these three opinions will count hugely towards my new thinking of the future of the story.
So, on with the show!!! Monday is gonna be a big day... a big writing day.