Candour compels me to admit that last week I wilfully – nay, shamefully neglected my writing. It was just one of those weeks where I could seem to settle down, and so Call of Herne ended up languishing at 40k words, whilst I went off and did other things.
This week, I have resolved to do better – to the point that I have declared to Bex that I am not allowed to play videogames until the weekend.
One of the problems is that whilst I really need to finish this book, I’m starting to rather think beyond it. I’ve sketched out rough plans for season two of the books, but I’m planning a break from them in between the seasons to write something else. I’ve got a few concepts I’m playing around with, but I don’t really want to reveal them until I’ve wrapped up year one of High Moon and Order of Britain.
I’ve also got to admit that I do tell a wee bit of a white lie about my writing. I’ve always said that I don’t write for money, but that’s not one hundred percent true.
I don’t know a single writer who wouldnt want to be earning enough to write full time. That’s the goal, that’s the dream. Admittedly, I wouldn’t mind being comfortably well off into the bargain, but being able to make a living from my writing… Well, that’s where I want this to take me. I have to remind myself – fairly often – that I’ve been doing this for less than a year, and that any form of success was never going to come overnight. I’m still chuffed that I get largely positive reviews for my work from readers.
Well, back to the grindstone. I’ve got another 500 words to get down before bedtime!