This month is nearly over, and once again, I don’t feel like I’ve got much further on than the end of the last month.
January has all but disappeared, getting lost in the politics of the US. I feel as though I know more about US history than my own country.
But, what were my writing expectations?
I had set a list of projects for the month, more episodes for the three continuing stories, and a start to the next episodic story, ‘motive, means, and opportunity’, though for this story I have brought together all the writing I’ve been doing in past weeks. It has holes than need to be filled.
Then there is the completion of two new novels that will be in the editors hands by now, so I will be waiting with dread after the umpteenth edit, supposedly the last. Then there is the next two …
It would be easy to blame COVID 19, but that’s not the problem. I’ve been home and had the time, but there have been a number of distractions, and ideas for new stories that seem to divert my attention from what I should be doing.
It’s not writers block. It’s not laziness. It seems that I just don’t want to work on them, and that might be because there are problems with the narrative, and I’m just not ready to address them.
What has got my attention then?
I’m not sure how or why, but something triggered the idea of passing through a portal into another time, in the past. I think I might have been looking for photographs to write another photo/story, and I came across a covered bridge, and that led to looking for photographs of ghost towns.
What topped it off, there was an old western in black and white, High Noon, which provoked a whole lot of memories of many westerns I’d seen in the past.
What other reason do you need to write your own story?
Then, when visiting my grandchildren, we just happened to do some star gazing, using Google Sky Map, picking out the planets. Somehow I managed take a photo, and looking at it, took me back to the days of Star Trek, and the many series, which sort of gave me an idea for another story.
Equally, I’m always on the lookout for photo opportunities that I can use to write short stories, and these continue apace, the latest, number 135. These are being formed into anthologies, stories 1 to 50, and stories 51 to 100. The first has been assembled into book form, and is awaiting the editors first reading and report. I’m still working on the second.
Perhaps some of the time has been spent keeping up with Twitter, where over the last six months, and more recently, sales of my books on Amazon have been increasing. Not to best seller numbers, but people are reading my stories, and the reviews have been very good.
It has, of course, pushed me to work harder on marketing and that had consumed some of my time, which unfortunately takes me away from writing. It sometimes feels like a self defeating exercise, but it is the same for all of us.
Oh, and something else that cropped up this month, my brother has been digging into out family history, and around the middle of the month he found some interesting revelations about some family members, including a pseudo luddite, and then later on, when chasing down the places that we, as a family, lived, and this brought out some very interesting information about our father.
I’m discovering for what I’d always assumed was an ordinary man, he had done a lot of very interesting things in his life, and not only that, I’ve been fictionalising the story. I have potted pieces written over various stages, and, one day, it might come together as a sort of biography. It is astonishing just how much you don’t know about your family, until much later on, at least for some of us. Our relatives have always been a mystery to me, and it’s fascinating as each one is brought to life with a new detail here and there.
Looking back on what I’ve just written, perhaps the passing of the month had been more productive that I first thought. It just seems like nothing major has happened.