November is not the month to get stuck. It is NaNoWriMo for those foolhardy enough to sign up. Up goes my hand. I knew I’d try again having had a shot last year with a YA book. This year I contemplated a sequel but I’m still working on that first one and I need more time to polish what I want to do. Instead, and a month ago this wasn’t the plan, I’ve begun a sequel to my first published book (the link to which is to the right of this post – 5* reviews too. Wow!)
So this month it is
The Last Will of Sven Andersen
And the continuing story of Hapless Harry Spittle.
The first time we meet Harry he is 19, it is 1976 and he is home from uni for the holidays in the New Forest working at a local hotel. That was me. The time and the setting and the age of the hero were all taken from real life. I assure anyone who has read it (or any part of it) that the rest is fiction (well, not the bit with Rascal, the cat, his sharp claws and, for those of a sensitive disposition (if so why are you here?) what you might call the low hanging fruit).
The sequel follows a similar format. Harry is 24, it is 1981 and he is doing his articled clerkship – his legal training – after which he qualifies as a solicitor. He is working in a small firm in London near Oxford Street. I’ve slipped the timing a little; I finished my training by the time this takes place but not by much. Again that is where we depart reality.
I had thought about this for a while, on and off, but I’m not a dazzling planner so I wasn’t sure how I’d go when I started yesterday. I do however write quickly when I’m in the mood and boy was I in the mood yesterday. I wrote a lot. It will be sh*te but that’s ok because tinkering with it is one of the joys.
Now this post is to honour the effervescent and energetic Charli Mills who is also ‘doing’ NaNo. The link to her first NaNo ‘coffee’ post is here. Check out her extract from her planned book, Rock Creek. Sooo good. I have wondered about posting extracts from my new WIP. What do people think?
As regular readers know, Charli sets us flash challenges, this week’s to write about about a rut.
October 29, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a rut. The rut can be a habit, a circuit or a furrow in a road. It can be what causes the crisis, tension or the need to change. And if your writing feels stuck in a rut, use the flash fiction to do something radical. Who knows what is lurking behind the doors of your imagination!
And those dedicated followers know I’m continuing Mary’s story in my responses. Here’s the link to keep you up to date. Mary’s story. I will just say this is a bit rushed (no excuse, just the reason) so I fear it doesn’t achieve what all good flash should which is to stand alone. Angela is Rupert’s mother and Rupert is Mary’s half brother, her father Peter having had an affair with Angela. Mary discovered she was adopted a while back so today’s revelation about her father, Peter is a new one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Walking the Dog
The rutted path made Mary stumble; she didn’t mind. Cursing the dog was like cursing her father; good for her lungs and it let her think.
She had seen Rupert. He said Peter was her real father which meant he had an affair before the one with Angela, Rupert’s mother. Oddly it didn’t shock Mary; any more than that the woman she called ‘mother’ had accepted Mary as her own.
Mary imagined her mother’s reaction: calm, practical, no emotion; nothing to upset her ordered existence. Mary was different. She kicked the tyre tracks. She would find her real mother.