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Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 3

It’s all about the nuances of mood, of feeling, the little things that bring a character to life, that convey an emotion that we have all felt one time or another.

And if we’re lucky, be able to convey exactly what is going on in the mind of the protagonist, or any of the characters for that matter.

I thought I might write the same story as yesterday from a different point of view.

…

Sally could see Jeremy, sitting in the corner looking decidedly miserable.

Why didn’t he give it up?

Ever since grade school, he had clung to this notion that they could be friends, perhaps more than friends.

Nothing could be more abhorrent.

He was one of those people whom her father despised, the poor who refused to make something of themselves.  Everyone had the same opportunity to make something of themselves.

That’s why it surprised her that Jeremy had elected not to follow his father into plumbing and decided to go to college.

Her college.

“Do you think he’ll give up now?”

Jenny, her best friend and often co-conspirator, saw her glancing in Jeremy’s direction, not for the first time.

“No.”

“But you wish he would?”

Sally’s hesitation spoke volumes.

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re going to have to decide what it is you want because Will isn’t going to wait forever.”

Will was the most eligible of all the boys in college, the boy all the girls swooned over, and out of all of them, he had singled out Sally.  She was flattered, but there was something about him.

Jeremy had told her Will was not all he seemed to be but refused to explain why.  What other reason would he have if not out of pure jealousy?

And she had finally told Jeremy once and for all to leave her alone or she would have him removed from the college.  Her father was a huge donor and could make it happen.

Maybe she still would.

Just then Will, and three of his teammates arrived and filled the remaining seats at the table. 

Time to take her mind off the annoying gnat and focus of what was important.

…

Once again there is a myriad of paths for this story.

But the seeds are there:

– Does Sally have feelings for Jeremy?

– What is it about Will that worries Jeremy, other than jealousy?

Stay tuned…

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 3

It’s all about the nuances of mood, of feeling, the little things that bring a character to life, that convey an emotion that we have all felt one time or another.

And if we’re lucky, be able to convey exactly what is going on in the mind of the protagonist, or any of the characters for that matter.

I thought I might write the same story as yesterday from a different point of view.

…

Sally could see Jeremy, sitting in the corner looking decidedly miserable.

Why didn’t he give it up?

Ever since grade school, he had clung to this notion that they could be friends, perhaps more than friends.

Nothing could be more abhorrent.

He was one of those people whom her father despised, the poor who refused to make something of themselves.  Everyone had the same opportunity to make something of themselves.

That’s why it surprised her that Jeremy had elected not to follow his father into plumbing and decided to go to college.

Her college.

“Do you think he’ll give up now?”

Jenny, her best friend and often co-conspirator, saw her glancing in Jeremy’s direction, not for the first time.

“No.”

“But you wish he would?”

Sally’s hesitation spoke volumes.

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re going to have to decide what it is you want because Will isn’t going to wait forever.”

Will was the most eligible of all the boys in college, the boy all the girls swooned over, and out of all of them, he had singled out Sally.  She was flattered, but there was something about him.

Jeremy had told her Will was not all he seemed to be but refused to explain why.  What other reason would he have if not out of pure jealousy?

And she had finally told Jeremy once and for all to leave her alone or she would have him removed from the college.  Her father was a huge donor and could make it happen.

Maybe she still would.

Just then Will, and three of his teammates arrived and filled the remaining seats at the table. 

Time to take her mind off the annoying gnat and focus of what was important.

…

Once again there is a myriad of paths for this story.

But the seeds are there:

– Does Sally have feelings for Jeremy?

– What is it about Will that worries Jeremy, other than jealousy?

Stay tuned…

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Writing a book in 365 days

Day 17

Today’s topic is Words of Wisdom.

Can you find the words to describe what you think fiction means to you? Or even what it is for a particular novel?

One opinion, Russian, is that it’s aesthetic bliss. To me, most works by Russian writers tend to go on and on and on. Fyodor Dostoevsky is a case in point. I grant you that if you can sit through the novel, which is very good, your opinion might be a little different. Not so much Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and some of his works.

In my younger days of reading when a large book never fazed me, a thousand plus pages (And Quietly Flows The Don – War and Peace) to a few hundred (One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich) to mid-range five hundred pages (Doctor Zhivago) they all could tend to be tedious, though I have to say Doctor Zhivago as a book was fascinating, the film by David Lean, captivating, and the stage play, boring beyond words.

That is to say once you for past the Russians, there were British authors like Charles Dickens who could get up to that magic number of pages, and whose works could reach that lofty thousand. They were however perhaps more interesting, and most having been made into mini series for television, far more interesting as a spectacle than in reading the book.

And, of course, there is Jane Austen. Need I say more.

But there are times when you pick up a book and start reading the first page, and then stop. It tells a budding author that on the one hand it’s not going to be your genre, and on the other, that the opinion of the book is in the eye of the beholder.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 2

We get to write today, 200 words, though the subject is pretty straightforward, it could take me in any direction.

Doesn’t everyone have an aggravating friend?

For a woman, it could be that friend with a heart of gold but an acid tongue, who sometimes doesn’t have any filter.

For a man, the first girl he ever fell madly in love with but it was unrequited, who parked him in the friend zone, well, the outer rim, and not averse to throwing him under the bus.

Been there, and you don’t learn but keep returning for more, hoping one day…

So, let’s run with it.

…

“When will you ever learn?”  Larry slid into the seat next to me with another odd assortment of dishes he would call ‘sampling the wares’.

The cafeteria was abuzz with lunchgoers.  I was sitting in a corner, as far away as anyone I knew, licking my wounds after the latest humiliation.

“She just isn’t worth the effort.  Just look at the fool she has as a boyfriend.”

He was right.  He had always been right, but it was that old adage ‘hope springs eternal’ that kept me going back to the well.

We could both see her and three of her friends flirting with members of the football team. 

He patted me on the back.  “Time to go in a new direction.  Eloise’s cousin is over from San Francisco and Wendy and I are taking her on a tour.  You’re welcome to come with us, and to be honest, I would make a lousy tour guide.”

Perhaps it was time to give up those foolish notions and move on.

“OK.  When?”

“Tomorrow.  We will pick you up at eight.”

If I could have predicted the consequences of that single offhand decision, I would have stayed in bed and wallowed in that sea of self-pity.

…

This story can go in so many different directions.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Searching for locations: From Zhengzhou to Suzhou by train, and the Snowy Sea Hotel, Suzhou, China

For the first time on this trip, we encounter problems with Chinese officialdom at the railway station, though we were warned that this might occur.

We had a major problem with the security staff when they pulled everyone over with aerosols and confiscated them. We lost styling mousse, others lost hair spray, and the men, their shaving cream.  But, to her credit, the tour guide did warn us they were stricter here, but her suggestion to be angry they were taking our stuff was probably not the right thing to do.

As with previous train bookings, the Chinese method of placing people in seats didn’t quite manage to keep couples traveling together, together on the train.  It was an odd peculiarity which few of the passengers understood, nor did they conform, swapping seat allocations.

This train ride did not seem the same as the last two and I don’t think we had the same type of high-speed train type that we had for the last two.  The carriages were different, there was only one toilet per carriage, and I don’t think we were going as fast.

But aside from that, we had 753 kilometers to travel with six stops before ours, two of which were very large cities, and then our stop, about four and a half hours later.  With two minutes this time, to get the baggage off the team managed it in 40 seconds, a new record.

After slight disorientation getting off the train, we locate our guide, easily found by looking for the Trip-A-Deal flag.  From there it’s a matter of getting into our respective groups and finding the bus.

As usual, the trip to the hotel was a long one, but we were traveling through a much brighter, and well lit, city.

As for our guide, we have him from now until the end of the tour.  There are no more train rides, we will be taking the bus from city to city until we reach Shanghai.  Good thing then that the bus is brand new, with that new car smell.  Only issue, no USB charging point.

The Snowy Sea hotel.  

It is finally a joy to get a room that is nothing short of great.  It has a bathroom and thus privacy.

Everyone had to go find a supermarket to purchase replacements for the confiscated items.  Luckily there was a huge supermarket just up from the hotel that had everything but the kitchen sink.

But, unlike where we live, the carpark is more of a scooter park!

It is also a small microcosm of Chinese life for the new more capitalistic oriented Chinese.

The next morning we get some idea of the scope of high-density living, though here, the buildings are not 30 stories tall, but still just as impressive.

These look like the medium density houses, but to the right of these are much larger buildings

The remarkable thing about this is those buildings stretch as far as the eye can see.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 2

We get to write today, 200 words, though the subject is pretty straightforward, it could take me in any direction.

Doesn’t everyone have an aggravating friend?

For a woman, it could be that friend with a heart of gold but an acid tongue, who sometimes doesn’t have any filter.

For a man, the first girl he ever fell madly in love with but it was unrequited, who parked him in the friend zone, well, the outer rim, and not averse to throwing him under the bus.

Been there, and you don’t learn but keep returning for more, hoping one day…

So, let’s run with it.

…

“When will you ever learn?”  Larry slid into the seat next to me with another odd assortment of dishes he would call ‘sampling the wares’.

The cafeteria was abuzz with lunchgoers.  I was sitting in a corner, as far away as anyone I knew, licking my wounds after the latest humiliation.

“She just isn’t worth the effort.  Just look at the fool she has as a boyfriend.”

He was right.  He had always been right, but it was that old adage ‘hope springs eternal’ that kept me going back to the well.

We could both see her and three of her friends flirting with members of the football team. 

He patted me on the back.  “Time to go in a new direction.  Eloise’s cousin is over from San Francisco and Wendy and I are taking her on a tour.  You’re welcome to come with us, and to be honest, I would make a lousy tour guide.”

Perhaps it was time to give up those foolish notions and move on.

“OK.  When?”

“Tomorrow.  We will pick you up at eight.”

If I could have predicted the consequences of that single offhand decision, I would have stayed in bed and wallowed in that sea of self-pity.

…

This story can go in so many different directions.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Writing a book in 365 days

Day 16

Today we have a writing exercise – at last.

The theme, nothing like anything that will fit the outline of the story I have in mind, but maybe I can use a little poetic licence.

It is: “I never liked rain, so I moved to the desert. The clouds followed.”

Metaphorically speaking, and not literally the clouds followed, or I would be feeling like Charlie Brown who says it always rains on the unloved, which to him was a daily occurrence.

So…

A friend of mine once said if I did not like the rain, move to the desert. I never quite understood what that meant until I saw my name in the newspaper and a not-too-flattering profile.

Then, when I spoke to him a few days after reading the profile, he said, “You can run but you can’t hide.”

OK, enough with the metaphors.

When pressed he told me that going to another town no matter how remote from the last did not guarantee me anonymity, not when I used my real name, and fabricated the rest. Not too many white lies, but just enough.

Of course, he said, it was the internet, that juggernaut of information, good and bad, that follows us everywhere and destroys a good person and extols a criminal.

I tried to tell everyone that what was written about me was wrong, a distortion of the facts, but it seemed people wanted to believe what they wanted to believe, not what was true. I had done nothing wrong. People had lied to save themselves and when you throw mud, some of it sticks. Even when it’s proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was lies.

And, like all good newspapers, never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

The pity of it was the journalist who wrote the story was someone I cared about, and not without reason decided to do a check on the new guy who moved into town and seemed too good to be true. I realised that was the case the moment she said it.

I also knew that whatever relationship we may have had was over.

It taught me a valuable lesson and one that took nearly six months in a remote cabin in the wilderness to rectify.

I changed my name, changed everything. I had read a dozen different spy novels and followed the guide to changing who I was. Finding a small place in the middle of nowhere that had a graveyard with someone my age who had died in their first year. Started with a birth certificate, and went from there, until I had a whole new identity.

And then, and only then, did I come out of hiding, remembering the cardinal rule, keep to myself, do not entertain having a relationship, and at the top of the list, don’t date a journalist.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 1

As a Christmas present, I received a calendar with a difference, one you might say all writers should get.

Writing a novel in 365 days.

Today is day one, and it is an advice day.  Some would say they don’t need advice, just a writing prompt, to get the juices flowing.

But…

It’s New Year’s Day!  Who works on New Year’s Day? Here in Australia, we are watching the countdown in New York on CNN.

It’s literally 4 hours of writing prompts and sheer lunacy.

Perhaps their advice would be to have shots, though not tequila, definitely not my cup of tea. 

Rum, Bacardi, and ice, lots of it.

Yes, here it is over 30 and 100 per cent humidity.

Tomorrow, hopefully, we will get to do some writing…

Oh, yes, the advice…

Do not attach a conversation after an action, like,

Pouring tea for the small group surrounding her, she said, “Some like it hot!”

The advice is mainly about the many ways to have conversations, instead of the same thing over and over.

I guess that means we have to get inventive. 

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Searching for locations: From Zhengzhou to Suzhou by train, and the Snowy Sea Hotel, Suzhou, China

For the first time on this trip, we encounter problems with Chinese officialdom at the railway station, though we were warned that this might occur.

We had a major problem with the security staff when they pulled everyone over with aerosols and confiscated them. We lost styling mousse, others lost hair spray, and the men, their shaving cream.  But, to her credit, the tour guide did warn us they were stricter here, but her suggestion to be angry they were taking our stuff was probably not the right thing to do.

As with previous train bookings, the Chinese method of placing people in seats didn’t quite manage to keep couples traveling together, together on the train.  It was an odd peculiarity which few of the passengers understood, nor did they conform, swapping seat allocations.

This train ride did not seem the same as the last two and I don’t think we had the same type of high-speed train type that we had for the last two.  The carriages were different, there was only one toilet per carriage, and I don’t think we were going as fast.

But aside from that, we had 753 kilometers to travel with six stops before ours, two of which were very large cities, and then our stop, about four and a half hours later.  With two minutes this time, to get the baggage off the team managed it in 40 seconds, a new record.

After slight disorientation getting off the train, we locate our guide, easily found by looking for the Trip-A-Deal flag.  From there it’s a matter of getting into our respective groups and finding the bus.

As usual, the trip to the hotel was a long one, but we were traveling through a much brighter, and well lit, city.

As for our guide, we have him from now until the end of the tour.  There are no more train rides, we will be taking the bus from city to city until we reach Shanghai.  Good thing then that the bus is brand new, with that new car smell.  Only issue, no USB charging point.

The Snowy Sea hotel.  

It is finally a joy to get a room that is nothing short of great.  It has a bathroom and thus privacy.

Everyone had to go find a supermarket to purchase replacements for the confiscated items.  Luckily there was a huge supermarket just up from the hotel that had everything but the kitchen sink.

But, unlike where we live, the carpark is more of a scooter park!

It is also a small microcosm of Chinese life for the new more capitalistic oriented Chinese.

The next morning we get some idea of the scope of high-density living, though here, the buildings are not 30 stories tall, but still just as impressive.

These look like the medium density houses, but to the right of these are much larger buildings

The remarkable thing about this is those buildings stretch as far as the eye can see.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 1

As a Christmas present, I received a calendar with a difference, one you might say all writers should get.

Writing a novel in 365 days.

Today is day one, and it is an advice day.  Some would say they don’t need advice, just a writing prompt, to get the juices flowing.

But…

It’s New Year’s Day!  Who works on New Year’s Day? Here in Australia, we are watching the countdown in New York on CNN.

It’s literally 4 hours of writing prompts and sheer lunacy.

Perhaps their advice would be to have shots, though not tequila, definitely not my cup of tea. 

Rum, Bacardi, and ice, lots of it.

Yes, here it is over 30 and 100 per cent humidity.

Tomorrow, hopefully, we will get to do some writing…

Oh, yes, the advice…

Do not attach a conversation after an action, like,

Pouring tea for the small group surrounding her, she said, “Some like it hot!”

The advice is mainly about the many ways to have conversations, instead of the same thing over and over.

I guess that means we have to get inventive. 

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