Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I've finally finished the first draft of novel 2 and have emailed it to Lovely Agent.
Now the nail-biting, email-watching waiting begins again. If she doesn't like it I'll bloody shoot myself. Not really, but let's say I'm more realistic about the whole process this time round, and not quite as giddy with excitement as this time last year.
I'm going to miss my characters, though I'll no doubt be revisiting them in the edits. I've almost started to believe they were real.
I didn't realise there was an underlying theme to my story until I'd finished, which means I'm either a terrible writer or a wee bit simple, but nearly all my characters have dysfunctional parents which has affected their adult relationships.
It's nice to know there is a theme, and that it's not just a Very Silly Story - though it is that too of course.
Anyway, hello real world - I've missed you.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I've noticed recently that in all my novel attempts so far there's been a recurring theme. Actually it's not a theme, it's a thing.
Houses. BIG houses. Stately homes, mansions, manor houses, country piles, the bigger the better.
It's quite bizarre for someone who was raised in a three bedroomed semi with one bathroom. Mind you we often traipsed round stately homes at the weekends, and I still quite like visiting them now.
Delusions of grandeur maybe? Not really. I'd actually hate to live in a house with a wing - or more than four bedooms. Apart from the cleaning I'd soon be convinced there were ghosts loitering round every corner waiting to bash my head in, or that a dangerous prisoner had escaped from a nearby lunatic asylum and moved into the attic, waiting to bash my head in. Or that the house was evil and about to start sprouting flies from the toilet bowl. In fact no film plot would be left unturned.
I suppose that's what it is really. Big houses make for good plots, though I might buck the trend in my next novel and have all my characters squished into a one-bedroomed flat in Barnet.
Do you have recurring Things cropping up in your writing?
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