Sevens into sevens

I sat back after pressing the ‘make yourself an edit copy’ on Lulu publishing yesterday and realised it was the seventh time I’ve done this – (well, not ordering copies – that would have to be well into the forties or so, counting all the edit copies in total I’ve requested) – the seventh time as in the seventh book. Seven novels in seven years . . . quite a lot of ink, paper, worn computer keys and brain-space in all . . .

Now along-side the agent-hunting, social-media and the rest of real life, I need the next rolling project – the thing that keeps me on track with writing. So far it’s a follow up to the book I’ve just finished (at least to edit trawl) – The Hundred and Eighty-Fifth book; a novel-version of an odd little short story called The Katbells Fishing Community; the third in the Londonia/Hoxton series, or perhaps something else that hasn’t occurred to me yet apart from odd tweaks of thoughts and ideas.

If it is the follow up to the 158th it’ll be futuristic, set in London – or what’s left of it – possibly a large domed commune atop Hampstead Heath where the inhabitants spend quite a lot of their lives playing vast jigsaws. Anyway, I’m off back to the city soon, so I’ll indulge in much walking, thinking and plotting and hopefully┬áthe idea will become entrenched enough to start off my new daily writing workout.

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Getting the balance

Tricky. We’re all busy – busier all the time, it seems.

I write early in the morning, usually around 6.00 – assisted by the fact that we have to get up to get the son to Lycee (college). If I get anything from 20 mins to an hour and a half done, the day feels . . . established – moving the right way. If I don’t – like this morning . . .well, it’s not a good start.

So, the balance: ‘media visibility’ or whatever it might be termed: Facebook, blogs, Linkedin and the rest of it, against getting any actual work done.

I can’t keep up with it all, even though I know it’s probably essential in this screen-driven era, and what an incredible thing it is too – to be able to access information about anything from sock-darning to nuclear fission.

Even now as I write I am aware of all the other stuff building up . . . I have too many blogs (must delete some) too many emails to deal with, there are pages to be liked, connections to be confirmed. I locked my self out of internet banking (again) this morning. There is another writer called Kate Hardy (very successful one with mega sales in romance) I keep meaning to write to her and ask if she could prod anyone looking for me (the other K.H with an A) in my direction. Linkedin needs updating. Facebook needs updating. The photo folders need editing. I must back everything up. I should be sending chapters to agents.

I’m going into the garden to dig. Apparently this produces the same endorphins as running (something to do with inhaling earth-bound bacteria). Then I’ll write what I should have written this morning.

IMG_5810.jpgMore walking and thinking, a little less computer.