A Life Of Fiction LVIII

For those of you new to this WordPress site, this site is about me and my writing – and a little about my role-playing, as well. It gives readers a chance to sample my work before purchasing it on the Kindle store; and gives me the chance to say a little about the genesis of each novel, or about the process of writing in general.

 

Writer’s block; and forgetfulness of words past: At the moment, for some reasons, my creative juices are at al all time low. I hope that they have not dried up altogether, as writing id all that I know how to do.

I’m not sure whether writer’s block is the best description for what I think that I am suffering from. It feels more like an overwhelming tiredness, something which has left me listless – even more so than usual. But Perhaps I should not be so surprised, considering that I have been writing a million words a year for several years, now. Perhaps all that I need is a break.

There is the worry, though, that if I have any sort of holiday from my writing that I will find excuses not to return to it. I’m not going to do that. I will keep writing. And I’m not sure whether I really believe in such things as writer’s block.

So, in the absence of that great fire which has powered me forth in the past, finishing novel after novel, I have returned to projects which I have started – but then put aside, in the past. I have done the first new words on some of those projects for six years or more. Here and there, even if by only a few hundred words, I am (very) slowly pushing things towards completion.

 

One thing which I have done, just to keep the daily word count up, is to collate together all of my notes, unfinished stories, and so on. I have put all of them into a single volume (unfinished at the moment) called First Drafts, Notes, and Unfinished Tales. I have no plans to release that book just yet. In fact, my plans are to only release it into the wilds when I have finally given up scribbling new tales. It should be one of the last things which I ever release. So don’t look for it on Kindle just yet.

What has surprised me, in collating this volume of scraps, is that I look back in some of my notebooks and sometimes have no recollection of the things which I have written. There are bits which are definitely in my handwriting. But I can’t recall ever penning the words. I suppose that, when you have written over ten million words, that you are not going to be able to remember everything which you have done.

Still, though, I have found it interesting to delve into those notes. It is like I am discovering those words for the first time. Perhaps they will re-energise me. Anyway, I have returned to some of the unfinished novels I have had kicking around, after the rediscovery of these notes, slowly pushing them forwards. One such novel is 2084 which, when completed, will be a follow-up to 1984. I will sign off with an extract from First Drafts, Notes, and Unfinished Tales, just to evince what some of those fragments are like (note that this is nothing like the quality of the finished chapters):

2084

The last crumbling of a regime under its own lies, that even it has begun to believe. The hero is George Blair, who may be descended from a former Prime Minister of Air Strip One.

   The sea levels have risen to the levels of the slag-heaps, beneath which the bodies have been hidden. All the missing races and names.

   The sun is red in the sky peering beneath the skies, bloody-eyed as it gazes at the sunset of mankind.

   The oil has finally begun to become but a trickle, and it is only that which has stilled the war machines of the three empires. Combat is reduced to people stabbing each other with bayonets as soldiers can no longer be provided with bullets in time. Knives and clubs – back to the stone age.

   The propaganda is that the next year will be better than this, with government scientists able to find new forms of power. But no one believes them.

   The seas are dead. Flora and fauna in the sea have collapsed; perhaps it will never recover. Millions have already starved to death because of this.

   George Blair joins the Underground resistance, not knowing that it, for a very long time, has been nothing but an arm of the state. But the state tolerates this – it allows them to identify troublemakers. Blair is told this, but does not believe them.

   The state themselves have run out of ideas. Perhaps they can use the UR to come up with what they cannot. If not, then they are still in control. Perhaps even a staged revolution, something they control… They want to co-opt George Blair to make him one of them – but without threatening or torture. The point is to corrupt people without them even realising it.

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