Not my voice certainly. As usual, given half a chance, I could witter on for Blighy.
No, it’s the all important second chapter of The Bandstand.
There are three scenes, each in the first draft, as they have been for a few weeks now. So, what’s the delay?
I’ll be buggered if i know. A few weeks ago I recieved some news, good news mind, that has thrown hy head off balance and I’m struggling to keep thoughts straight. The news? That’ll have to keep, I’m afraid. The lips are sealed until things are more certain. Until then can I get my important work done?
Oh god, I hope so.
I don’t want this to become another of a half-dozen projects that are scattered about the desktop, eventually relegated to the ‘will it ever get done?’ pile.
The problem at the moment, other than keeping my mind on the task at hand, is dialogue.
I’ve never had a problem with dialogue in the past, usually that was my strongest work, but right now? Nothing.
I know what I should do. Crack on with later chapters leaving quick notes where dialogue falters and keep the pace of the story while it’s fresh in the noggin. Lord knows that coming back to it at a later stage once the groundwork is finished would be better.
ha, now I’ve had my epiphany after weeks of hunching over words that characters aren’t saying I don’t have time to get the groundwork laid! I’ll be out the door to the doc’s in a mo and I might have a sly hour beore The Edgemeister arrives.
Ach, I’ll head out and see that the evening brings.
- Alistair
