So one of the purposes of my last post was to write something in a time limited fashion. What I wrote was not in deathless prose but I did ‘complete’ it in a relatively short time.

Why does that matter? I hear you ask. It matters because I became so engrossed in my novel that I lost all track of urgency or deadlines; I also tried to create an artistic atmosphere in the narrative that reflected the absence of personality of the Protagonist and provided no point of sympathetic contact between the reader and the Main Character, what I was creating was a long rambling story with no ‘excitement’ or interest. Hell it was boring! But I became so engrossed in the novel that although I had ideas for short stories I tried to fit them within the novel instead of leaving them as stand alone structures. I lost all sense of beginning, mounting narrative and ending; the three act structure of a story line.

I tried to set my self word count targets for my writing day and sometimes I achieved those targets but not in a meaningful way. I could not say at the end of my stint at the word processor that my narrative had progressed or developed in any way, all I could say was ‘I have written x number of words today’.

This has taken me two hours to write so I am going to call it a day now and write another blog post next week.