Last week, I managed to complete the first handwritten draft of my science fiction novel “The God of the Dead”. Now, I didn’t have much of a plan sorted out for this one, other than a basic premise and half of a plot, so I already know that the redrafts will be an absolute nightmare – characters changing names, changing personalities, subplots appearing midway through, with no breadcrumbs, major plot changes – but I hope to have the first major rewrite completed by the end of October. Famous last words. I’ve never been able to stick to a deadline, but you know what, maybe this time will be different.
Now, it’s a strange sensation, writing those two words. The End. For a year, this story has been a major part of my life, and now it’s all over. The biggest creative process is over and done with. My characters have each told their story. I’m left with nothing left to do, but a head full of creative ideas that I need to get down on paper. I already resumed work on another project I’ve been working on, on and off, since 2011. Whether I’ll stick at it is another thing. I have perhaps ten different works in progress at the moment, and I wonder whether they’re actually good enough ideas to resume, or whether I should just let sleeping dogs lie.
And talking about dogs, we’ve decided to keep one of Tinkerbell’s pups. The runt of the litter. We’re trying to decide on a name, but there’s nothing concrete as yet. It’s strange, as I write this, at 3.15am, Tinkerbell is sniffing around in my office, which concerns me, because she generally does that when she wants to empty her colon. We’re being more forgiving at the moment of doggy accidents, because she’s spending most of her time nursing her six pups. But that doesn’t mean I don’t shout and swear whenever I step foot in a pile of excrement, a problem that’s exacerbated by the fact that the landing carpet is dark brown.
Anyway, I’m going to sign off for this week. And remember, I don’t bother proofreading my blog posts, so if you spot any typos, well, you can let me know, but it’s not as important as spotting a typo in one of my novels.