It’s rude to listen in.
But it is difficult to ignore.
Especially when some people are so noisy, you notice their silences more.
But what do you do when those arguments appear one day in your head?
‘Write them down’ is probably not what most humans would do.
But I’m a creature of habit.
And that’s what I did, a long time ago.
Now… many arguments —both good and bad— and many scenes —some accepted and others buried in soft peat (rejected)— later. I have a full manuscript.
Not just of arguments, you understand.
That would be weird.
Well, weirder than the book I’ve written.
But I never thought I’d actually get here.
I’m sure you’ve heard that a quintillion times before, and now as an author, I’m supposed to avoid such clichés.
But if I can do it then… Hang on, that’s another one isn’t it?
Put simply, which is actually something I find tricky to do: If someone as ordered and scatterbrained as myself, can achieve a coherent outpouring of character and plot —then it must be possible by calmer, more sensible people. Especially those that don’t believe they can do it.
It all just needs a start.
Even just an imagined argument, heard through a wall.
It did help that it was a particularly nice wall too.
Unfortunately, once you start starting things, you then have to begin ending things, and hopefully you finish up with the same number of both. I definitely have more starts at the moment. But thankfully enough ends —at least, I think— to keep readers happy. And I did that by treating everything as if it were a start, every scene, every chapter, every ending. Each time a beginning, just starting with a slightly wider and more informed context.
Anyway, let’s not get muddied in the details, or start commencing on ‘middles’.
This post was just to say, “Hello.” and to mention that my book ‘The End of Worth and Distance : Episode One’ is soon to be an actual thing, coalesced out of vapours from the ether.
I guess my next post will probably be about stealing time. ChronoTheft is definitely another skill needed in achieving a manuscript of any defined proportions.
He then stopped, turned to a nearby clock, and spoke with a suspicious frown.
“It’s rude to listen in.”
