I have moments where I can't get the words out fast enough; other moments are just like trying to find a missing piece of the puzzle. Then I close down the computer and do something else. By the next day, the blockage has cleared and I'm away again. I have a plan or a loose structure of how the novel is going to progress and end and am putting in all the dialogue and detail, trying hard to be discerning in how much to give to the reader, and how much to allow the reader to imagine themselves. I read and re-read to look upon my words as if I had just purchased the book and whether or not it 'hooked me'. It may be some time before I have something anywhere near readable. It may, and probably will be, unsuccessful, but the process is good and I enjoy it, especially when I'm on a roll. Just like a Jig-saw puzzle, the pieces seem not to belong anywhere, then all of a sudden a piece will slot in where you least expected it to. I am realistic enough to know that to get published is nigh on impossible, but if I don't try, I will always regret it. I have wanted to write since childhood, and used to tell my friends adventure stories, all completely made up and off the cuff. I have started several novels, but life got in the way. Now, having survived as best as possible the most awful of life's experiences, I feel I am now more qualified to write about people, emotions and intrique, than ever before.I just hope that I get all the pieces in all the right places.
