The first week of the writeathon went pretty well. On Monday I worked on what I used to call the Groats novel and I’m now calling the Taxpunk novel, a near-future what-would-the-world-look-like-with-a-different-economic-system novel that I’ve been taking in bits to my writers group for the best part of a year now. I have lots of bits but I haven’t found the voice of it yet or found how to stitch my bits of plot together. However I had a binge re-read of Paul Gallico a couple of weeks ago and I think it might work in a twinkly, people are fundamentally OK, slightly sentimental mode and I certainly had no problems throwing words at it in that register.
Tuesday I put some words onto my prospective non-fiction book, a handbook of government consultation and how (not to) do it. More of that later, maybe.
Wednesday I had set aside to work on short stories, in particular one that I’d already taken to the writing group: they thought it was ready to go but I wasn’t so sure. Turned out it needed pruning, not expanding, so I worked on it a bit and then threw some more words at the taxpunk novel to make my quota for the day.
Thursday was the fantasy novel of which I already have several chapters and I got past a passage where I was previously blocked, yay me.
On Friday…. well, that was set aside for PhD work and that’s a whole other blog entry. Or indeed a three volume novel.