I have, for sometime now, been working on a novel. When I say some time I mean exactly that. The idea came to me about nine years but due to other commitments at the time I did absolutely nothing about it. It was not until about three and a bit years ago that things changed. After the death of my mother I decided it was time to actually get myself into gear and start to do something about this idea that had been persistently floating about in my head. So I joined the Writers Bureau, a correspondence course to improve my writing skills. Which were pretty non existent really. I loved it. It has been difficult but I loved it. But that idea was getting more and more persistent. It had changed a little over the intervening times but now it was time to get to grips with it. I tried it out as part of a couple of my assignments and got some really good feedback along with the constructive critisms. It was just what I needed, and so the novel has been worked upon. Don't get me wrong. It is nowhere near completion and I have a lot of work to do but I have managed to get it typed up with those two little words telling my that I had managed to get through a written first draft and a typed second draft. I had edited it and cut alot of waffle out. Yes if you haven't already gathered from my blogs yes I can waffle with the best of them. Good Gold medal potential for waffling at the next Olympic Games. What are those two little words? Sorry didn't I say. They are those immortal words that come at the end of a book or movie. They are of course, 'The End'.
Never in a million years did I ever think that I would ever get to this stage. And not so long ago I would never have dreamed of actually doing something like this. But that idea had to persistently bang against the inside of my head so I just couldn't ignore it any more. So here I am. I have a second draft all typed up with those very nice two little words. The idea is now down on paper and a look at the Writers and Artists Yearbook has been studied. But unfortunately no matter how much I want to concentrate on this my first novel a sequel idea is now battering around inside my head. One would have been enough but this idea seemed to lend itself to a second. No matter how excited the writer in me is I have to use the logical grown up head and get down to working on the first and making it as good as I can before running off to do a second. One thing at a time.
