I’m sitting here on the sofa in my….ahem…loungewear surrounded by copious amounts of crisps and Diet Coke. The house is quiet as Fionnuala and the hatchlings are visiting my beloved mother-in-law. It’s a tight agenda today as the big Ireland v England match kicks off at 3 p.m. That’s less than five hours away and I’ve so much to squeeze into that ever decreasing window of time.
I’ve e-mails to send to reviewers and columnists, pitching the book in the hope one of them will pick up on it. I was hoping to get out for a run as for once it’s not raining cats and dogs. There are a few household chores to attend to and, last and probably least, the daily blog has to be posted. Which is all the better for, in recent days, the creative juices have started to flow again.
For several months now I’ve been finding excuses not to grab the thistle and start work on Book 2. I was mentally drained as it’s been such hard work pushing the first book through the promoting and publishing phases. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again; writing the book is the easy part, getting it to the final printed, polished article is where the hard work really starts.
There have been numerous other distractions as well. Some think us authors spend our days reclining on chaise longues sipping camomile tea while languidly dictating to our rather brilliant personal assistants. I do have a rather brilliant personal assistant. She’s called my wife, Fionnuala. But if I dared to lounge languidly in her presence I’d get quite rightly told to grow up and stop acting the clown.
There are bills to pay, hatchlings to raise and a day job to hold down. I squeeze writing in where and when I can. On the train as I commute to and from work, in bed if I wake up in the dead of night. I get ideas for characters and scenes when I’m out running and have to hope my less than perfect memory retains the necessary details until I get home and scribble them down somewhere.
Yet somehow, amidst the chaos, I’ve started to write Book 2. Or rather, Book 2 has started to write itself. I often feel as if I’m just the conduit transcribing the words of another. Almost 3000 words in two days, no less. It’s a tough target but I’d like to have the first draft completed by the end of the year with the intention of publishing in 2020. I’ve set aside all my other projects for now and am placing all my literary eggs in the Kirkwood Scott basket.
‘Bomb Girl’ is therefore being shelved for now. But worry not as the adventures of Ariana Hennessy will be back. Who knows, she may even crop up in a Kirkwood Scott story as I’ve always envisioned both tales belonging to the same story arc. At the minute I want to focus on completing the Skelly trilogy and then seeing where the characters take me. Those that are still alive that is….he sniggered malevolently.
It’s good to get these thoughts down. In doing so I’m committing to deadlines and projects that otherwise I’d allow to meander and drift. By holding myself accountable to the WordPress community I know I’ll put the work in, plus it’s a diary of the process I can look back on in years to come when I’m too old and crumbly to remember any of this. As ever, thank you for putting up with my ramblings. Your support of my writing is always much appreciated.