It feels like I've been labouring over my second draft forever, stuck editing the same lines over and over again. Taking my freewriting, stream-of-conscious musings and shaping them into some sort of narrative. I wasn't moving forward, frozen on the same handful of scenes. So I came up with a few different ways to motivate myself:
The book I'm writing at the moment is set thousands of years in the future, in an isolated community. If you look back only a few hundred years, English is very different from what it is today. In my book, I wanted to create a sense that English has evolved and moved on from it's... Continue Reading →
The hardest thing about writing a novel or writing anything is that a novel will eat ideas like forest fires through trees.