Just a little further...

88,000 words (well, near as dammit) - getting slowly closer. Did a bit more at work today. Whoever invented USB microdrives was a genius - perfect for the would be writer on the move who wants to take the novel he or she is working on with them!
Admittedly, I really should have been working, but what the hell, I'm leaving in a week!
Finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on the business of writing this novel. As well as the distractions of the telly, the PlayStation and the pub, I find I am becoming increasingly distracted by new ideas that keep ocurring to me.
For well over a year I've been working on the same novel. I'm tired of it, I want to finish and move on to something else. So when another idea occurs to me, one that is fresh and exciting and full of interesting new characters instead of the same ones I've been living with for however long it is (the ones I'm now heartily bored of), it is incredibly hard not to start working on this new story.
It's sooooo tempting, but I must resist! Then I can finish this story and begin the whole process again (ignoring the small matter of the essential rewrite of the first draft).
Speaking of new ideas, had a bizarre one the other day. Sci-fi or fantasy (with a smidge of horror perhaps) is my usual type of thing, so when the idea for a script for a romantic comedy occurred to me it came as quite a surprise. I may even write it one day, not that I have the faintest idea how to write a script, but what the hell...

Finding the time

Well, the double espresso finally wore off, but I still didn't manage to get any writing done until today. Flat hunting and going out (and generally avoiding getting my stuff organised) has taken up far too much of my time lately.
Still, I have at last managed to put fingers to keyboard and knock out another thousand words this afternoon (again, should really have been trying to sort my way through three and a half years of collected detritus - oh well). It wasn't great though - felt as if I was having to force it out instead of it just coming naturally. Never feels as good when it's like that, and I don't think it reads as well.
I think anyone who's tried to write will recognise the feeling. You know what you want to say, but you have to push and pull at each sentence. It can be very frustrating! And the forced nature of the writing comes across when you read it.
When it feels right, and it just seems to flow out of you, there's a more natural feel to the text. The sentences seem to fit together better and it's easier to access the world that you're writing/reading about.
Still, although I've had more enjoyable writing sessions, I'm reasonably pleased with the progress I've made.
I'm less overjoyed about the fact that I've decided that although I like the story I'm writing, I hate the way I've structured it. The first section is just one long blast of scene-setting and exposition which will bore the crap out of anyone unfortunate enough to read it. So, when I finally finish this first draft, I think I'm going to completely rewrite the start and try and work some of the scene-setting bits into other parts of the story (cue cliched flashback and overlong explanations that feel totally out of place). Not looking forward to that!
On the plus side, I think I've found a great flat. Expensive, but great. A nice balcony looking out over Sheffield city centre (and the busy ringroad, but we'll ignore that) and laminate flooring as far as the human eye can see.

But not much closer

Managed to achieve absolutely nothing in the last two days beyond not getting enough sleep.
Some advice for anyone who happens to be reading this - if you go out for a meal, and you have plans to sleep at some point during the night, don't finish it off with a double espresso.
Have barely been able to string a sentence together, nevermind write anything!

Edging closer

Well, I managed to wring another thousand words out of my poor, over-worked brain today - have decided to reward myself with an hour on the PlayStation before Stargate starts.
Yes, I watch Stargate, there's nothing wrong with that - I'm not a geek dammit!
Alright, maybe a bit of a one.

Anyway, I'm now just over 86,000 words into my second novel - a kind of sci-fi western type thing (it's just an unrelated coincidence that I've read the Dark Tower books and David Gemmell's Jerusalem Man series). I reckoning it'll be about 105,000 words when I'm done!
My first novel was a werewolf style adventure. It was, I'm sorry to say, rubbish - as evidenced by the small pile of rejection letters I've collected. I still think there's a decent story to be had in there - just needs rewriting from the ground up is all!

Ah well, suppose I'd better start sorting my stuff out - planning to move down to Sheffield in a couple of weeks and I've got way too many old magazines knocking about!

In the beginning...

Hello to anyone who's stumbled on this while locked in the eternal search to find something useful on the internet. To be honest I doubt you'll find it here, but good luck all the same.
This is my first 'Blog', and I'm not quite sure what to do with it.

I am, as the title of the Blog indicates, a would be writer. Writing is what I think of during the long, dull hours when I'm sitting at work, staring at the screen, not doing anything. It's what I think of when I'm lying in bed at night staring at the ceiling. It's a compulsion, a need, that I can't shake off.
So instead of spending my time having fun, going out, getting drunk, and doing all the other things that people do to fill in the hours between one working day and the next, I write. I sit at home in front of my slightly decrepit laptop, some music playing in the background, and I write. On the upside, it is cheaper than a night on the lash!

And occasionally, very occasionally, I try to get something I've written published. My success rate leaves a lot to be desired.

I write Sci-Fi/Fantasy novels and short stories. I am also a computer programmer.
Just because something's a stereotype doesn't necessarily mean it isn't true!

So anyway, I've started this Blog, where I will pour out my frustrations, ideas, general grumblings about the world, and anything else that pops into my fevered brain.
It will provide an honest account of my attempts to become a published author. As such, it may well make for quite depressing reading - I hope it doesn't.
If anyone else out there shares my aspirations (some might say delusions), and by some freak chance you happen to read this, then feel free to add your thoughts or advice in the comments thingy (you can tell I'm a writer, sorry, would be writer, with English skills like that).