Ah, the joys of writing. Sometimes thoughts and ideas come at you like a hurricane, fast and fierce and then sometimes you hit a wall. Or as I like to call it, sailing into the doldrums and staying there for a while as your hopes sink into the vast depths below. It’s as if my muse decided that he or she has better things to do that to sit next to me and fill my head with wondrous thoughts that would some day make me an admirable author of books that would revolutionise the way people read and change the world for the better and then everything will be bright and beautiful again and there will be hope in this world for the human race after all instead of cretins that make us look like useless amoeba.

Ok, now that I’ve got that off my chest, let’s move on. What do I do when I’ve hit that dreaded wall? Well, I try to find a way around that wall of course. My second novel is in the works, just research stuff. I find that it works that way for me. The minute I start working on one thing and I’ve made some progress with it, the other project finds its way back to me.

I know, I know, it’s a fickle way to write, but it works for me. I may not have completely completed the first novel, but that’s why I take steps not to just put it down and forget it, but rather to find a way to jog those ideas and elbow my muse into paying attention to me.

Which reminds me, I’ve still got that competition to prepare for. The Commonwealth Writers competition was always something I wanted to enter. I tried last year, no luck, but the experience is good. I love that they allow you to write on any genre and since my own personal experiences in life pretty much revolved around school and home or work and home or a combination of all three, I’ve decided to stick to what I know best – fantasy.

Now, I don’t know if fantasy will be looked upon with reverence the way contemporary literary fiction is, but there’s always a first time right? Who says fantasy can’t win a short story competition? I’m not really looking to win – no I lied, I am hell bent on winning. The publicity alone for that competition can catapult a new author into the literary stratosphere which is where I would like to be in the next, hmm, let me see, the next couple of years? That’s a realistic goal isn’t it? If you don’t think so, shush, I don’t want to hear it. Leave me in my ignorant bliss.

That said, I better go and write my 5,000 words before November 30 meets me with nothing to show for all my preparing, planning and pondering. Who knows, maybe the short story would spring a new idea for a new novel – to add to the other ideas for other novels.

Wish me luck.  🙂

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