Saturday, 30 June 2012

Monster book part four.

Despite Donna Yates' diligent and very kind work, I still keep finding problems with my monster horror.  I'm nearly there, though.  A solid four days of work should get it to the point where I can upload it after clenching my teeth. I would continue editing until there was barely a paragraph left, if left to my own devices.

   However, someone has very flatteringly asked me to paint a template for her blog. Now I know I'm okay-ish at painting but even I would never claim to be good; and she probably won't use it but it's an honour and a pure pleasure to do it - actually them. She wants two. And as much as I want to finish my horror book and get onto the last edit of Hoodies 2, I just can't stop until it's done. Talk about the attention span of a distracted Gnat.

   I've also discovered and annihilated two usages of the word "suddenly" prefixing a couple of sentences in the book. I never realised how just absolutely rubbish they were. I know suddenly has a rightful place in any novel, but remembering Showing and not telling, they're gone, basking in the bowels of the Recycle bin for all eternity.

   I think I'm going to be out of work during the Olympics.  Being self employed, most of my clients are fleeing the country. And as much as I need to work to pay for my daughter's incredibly expensive lifestyle, I will be stuck at home. I'm not going to watch any of the games. Which will be easy because I'm one of those strange people apparently  born with a gene deficiency. I hate sport. I can't think of a more boring or utterly pointless activity. I'd rather get a cup of tea and watch a slug crawl up a wall. 

   At least it will give me plenty of time to finish hopefully both novels and get them  out there.

  Here's another strange painting I did a couple of nights ago when I couldn't sleep mainly due to the fact that half of the RAF seems to have taken up residence at a nearby Airfield. I don't know whether they're there to protect us during the games, or just to send me completely raving nuts!

   I know where I'd like to shove their afterburners.


  1. I see a face in your tidal wave. Very cool!

    And never rush your writing. It will all come together but you already know that.

  2. Thanks. I try not to rush but there are always imaginary and self imposed deadlines. I just want to get on to the next book.

  3. I must be blind. I don't see a tidal wave.
    Well, I understand the editing. I keep finding and fixing more and more things myself.

  4. It wasn't meant to be a tidal wave. More of just a roller. That's why I'll never be a painting pro.

  5. There are plenty of slugs crawling up my walls (and all over my dahlia plants), please feel free to come and watch them at any time!
    My husband took lots of photos like your painting while we were in Australia – but they all had surfers in. I love the choice of colours and the movement in the waves – there now I’ve gone all ‘arty’.