On Borrowed Time…

Posted on October 17, 2010

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It all starts with a letter.

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Apparently…

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Since I’ve gone back to college I’ve found that my spare time is not my own anymore. Unlike the laid back affair that undergraduate education was, it seems you really have to remove yourself from your laurels at this stage and do some work or you’re screwed. I’m looking forward to Reading Week (or Sleeping Week, as it will most affectionately be known).

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Yeah, I’m looking forward to Reading Week as, along with all the stuff I have to catch up on for college, I might find time to catch up on a bit of a personal writing too.

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Put it simply, I have a short story on the go that I’m getting happier and happier with as the days go by.

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When I say short story I mean about 16,000 words. With a big chunk missing in the middle to make it work, which means that by the time I’ve done that, it’s standard novella length.

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So, to put it in easier terms again because it’s almost midnight and I’m tired: I’ve nearly finished writing a goddamn book. I never thought I’d have a story that would drag out for long enough to be anything but a short story but wahey, look what happens when you start something, take two steps back and then take a running leap at it.

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Which is where the ambiguous top two lines come in. Apparently, or at least in my head right now, the story starts with a letter. It ends with, well I’m not going to tell you that actually. But it starts with a letter. To a character who hasn’t come into existence yet but is about to.

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Watch this space. If I sell it and make money, I’ll kill this blog and use the money to buy a blogosphere instead.

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And you shall all be my minions.

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Or just in case that doesn’t work out, maybe I’ll do the Euro-Millions instead…

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