It is ten o’clock at night and the end of an eleven hour day which has felt like only four. Odd you might say, but not for an author when the plot is in full flood and the words impulse through the finger tips as they hammer away at the computer keyboard. The typing errors can wait until tomorrow but today is first draft day, and when it goes like this I find little other than spelling to adjust. Oh, if only everyday I could find the words and ideas coming as they did in a blast of around five thousand like today.
As I leave my action station, that garden office where I write, lost in my other world, the world of Ian Vaughan and those other characters he rubs shoulders with, I feel tired but content that my day has not been wasted and my new novel ‘ A Shadow Beneath the Long White Cloud’ is much further on, and on a surer footing.
Maybe tomorrow will be different and I find the words, unlike today, hidden in the recesses of my mind reluctant to show themselves and forcing me to divert my attention to the research required for scenes later in the plot. It is, however, more than likely that by reading back through todays marathon achievement, sorting the spelling and odd clumsy phrase as I go, I will pick up the pace again and achieve another step forward all be it a shorter one.
Now however it is time to turn the lights out.