Earshit, writing and the Bloghole

Only a short post this.

I have, I think, finally cracked it. Or cracked up. After three years of “trying” I think I nearly have the workings of an actual novel in my hands. Well, on my laptop, but that is not the point.

59000 words of text, the majority of which I have churned out in the past couple of months, and it has a plot, and a world, and some characters, and a storyline thing. Its not finished, and it needs a serious edit, but I am still pretty happy and pretty proud of what I have managed to achieve so far.

With luck, but mainly with graft, I should have the first draft finished by christmas. Which is cause for a celebration, and a huge sigh of relief. Not sure which order.  Anyway, I am, as you can tell, pretty excited by the prospect.

In other news, the Black Library Bolthole is now in its, uh, third incarnation. or at least it soon will be. Sarah Cawkwell decided/realised that one can’t really write books for the Black Library and look after a fansite and have a fulltime job and have some semblance of a real life. I think the main delay in her realising this was the fact that she didnt have any time to realise it.

So a few of the rest of us have picked up the slack, made a few tweaks but to be honest, the site will continue in very much the same vein as before.  We have reached out tentatively onto twitter ( @BlBolthole) and soon there will also be a blog… which will inevitably be called The Bloghole… which should be pretty fun.

Anyway, thats all.

And I leave you with this, unedited, extract from my novel.

“Albert slid agilely into the booth opposite me, and ordered tea. The waiter left a couple of lunch menus and then retreated back to the bar. I waited until he was safely out of earshit.”

That’s gotta be worse than earwax!