The last two weeks have been a little quiet due to a virus doing the rounds of the family and school half-term holidays, but I’ve been able to crack on again this week with the book. The good news is that I’ve completed just over 65,000 words now (past Lord of the Flies and All Quiet on the Western Front and approaching The Catcher on the Rye, at least in quantity) and coming close to finishing the second act, two things I am very pleased about.
One of the things I’ve enjoyed most while writing over the past couple of days is that the break has obviously allowed my brain to subconsciously mull over the story line a bit more. This has led to some great writing moments in which I’ve given free reign to my characters in sections that weren’t fully plotted out, and they end up doing something to further integrate a number of elements that were initially developed purely as flavour, but never planned to be integral to the plot. It’s a strange feeling when this happens, similar to being reminded of something you haven’t thought of for a long time, like a childhood game or your wedding anniversary (joking!), but of course these aren’t memories, they’re just make believe. It’s almost as if you’re hand is being guided in some way. I’m not complaining and long may it continue. All I hope is that I’m divining the same spirit as Stephen King.