Blessed half term is sadly over and evil college looms. During the time I have been plodding on with Dragon’s Wood in between bouts of private teaching and reading. And I am getting nowhere. The tension that I hoped would be present as we approach the climax is lacking, where the disclosures are made and the horror becomes rampant. There is a misalignment in the plot in that the solution is revealed before the mystery deepens, and Margueritte’s English is almost as good as mine. But I have been here before: during the writing of Lights Over Sheel I had Michael working at McKinnon’s for some thirty thousand words; and from the ending I cut about the same during a rewrite because I did not know what I was doing while writing it.
But being stuck has yielded up some good ideas to be incorporated in the second draft and which both add to to the narrative and the texture. With this at least I am pleased. But I am also weary – oh for some encouragement. I have sold two copies of The Dene this past month and more encouragement like this would be good.
Friend Nicola has tempted me with a opportunity for a performance for which I must write the material. Mmm will think; and indeed am tempted – but the material has to be written.
The dead months (see below) take their toll.