‘When words don’t come easy, I make do with silence and find something in nothing’ Strider Marcus Jones – Poet.
Well there’s a thought. Very nicely put Strider.
Also, what a fantastically poetic name! You had me at Strider.
Right now, words are coming easy in my little corner of Hampshire.
My target is a paltry 500 words per working day, which should allow plenty of time for editing and rewriting before reaching my target self-publication date at the end of April 2016.
By working days, I do not mean days spent in furious concentration in front of a screen; I mean weekdays.
I know from experience that an easy target motivates me to get ahead, to ‘bank’ some overachievement against the inevitable days where the golf course, the pub, or indeed both, are just too seductive to resist.
Therefore, the target is to be at 3500 by bedtime. At the time of writing, I am at 8,017.
Today, one thousand words were in the bank before ten. I rose at six, walked the dog and was at the screen before eight thirty. For the book’s hero, it was Friday night. I have always been fond of Friday night, so words came easy.
Now for all of you…
Oh all right, for both of you:
I am happy to reveal that the hero has been christened.
Sean. Sean for a brother that I never knew.
The photograph by the way comes courtesy of Death to Stock. Well worth a quick look too, if you blog.