Well, it's 2009 (it's going take a little while, getting used to typing a 9 instead of an 8), and it's time to look at New Year's resolutions. I'm not one for them myself, but do occasionally make a few then subsequently ignore them for the rest of the year.
So here's a resolution I made before the new year on this blog and can probably attempt to adopt as a new year's resolution, despite getting underway with it before January the 1st.
I am going to finish writing a novel by the time I'm thirty. That's just over five months away. I have been writing since I was a nipper, and it's time I completed a Big One. Whether or not it will be any good is another issue, but it's getting there that is the important thing right now.
So, what to write? I've been working on a horror novel inspired by some political, social and moral intrigue in a distant part of the remnants of the British Empire, but I just wasn't in love with the piece. The characters felt distant, I didn't quite click with them. It's a theme that I want to explore so I haven't deleted it, I'll probably soldier on with it, writing a few hundred words here and there on it, but I put it aside to work on some short stories.
The latest story I'm working on has for some strange reason become bigger than I originally intended, and is threatening to be so grand as to be unable to constrain it in the confines of a short story, and wants to grow up to be a novel. I'm not stopping it, and am just carrying on writing it to see where it takes me. It's already given me a landscape and community of characters that at the very least I will want to work with again.
This is perhaps a good thing to be moving forward thus with my writing, as for the last week I've been dreadfully ill with influenza and barely been able to make a cup of tea for myself, and certainly not doing any writing. It's not been helped by the continual freezing weather here in Merrie Olde England. I indeed had a pint for new year, but it was a pint of Earl Grey tea accompanied by a few biscuits.
I originally was thinking of finishing and sending the above mentioned story off to a magazine which has a submission deadline looming, but the problem with the piece growing up into a potential novel is that it is now unsuitable to send out due to being too large, so I now have no intended piece to send to said magazine. I have to go back to my folder of ideas and trawl through other ideas, so I can craft other stories to submit.
This writing lark isn't easy, but it is fun!