I’ve gone really deep into Strange Lights, to get away from other things, so over the last two days have produced twenty pages of longhand, which takes me up to 42 pages of the book now. The voice here, is different, and I’ve been experimenting with different techniques and dimensions, whilst still telling a story. No one has read any of it yet, so it’s in that place where I just keep going through it until it’s done, following the story grid that I have in place for it. When I’ve not been writing, I’ve been reading. Finished the following books:
- Drown by Junot Diaz – poignant and beautiful stories about love, loss and identity.
- Brighton Rock by Graham Greene – more potent and universal than I had been led to believe, not by anyone in particular, but a very potent and involved book about damnation and psychosis.
- Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman. A delightful, bittersweet story of gods, broherhood and fatherhood. Gaiman does wondrous things with mythology and story, this was a welcome tonic inbetween large chunks of Gravity’s Rainbow.
- Police Unbound by Anthony V Bouza. Research for Lawful Evil. Some useful ideas and a passionate book with a definitive point of view.
So, there you have it. I’m still plugging away at it, hopefully improving all the time. Or at least avoiding a degradation of my talents.
Thank you for reading.