On writing

Nothing to do with the wonderous work by Stephen King about the craft he has earned his living with, but about my inadequacies in the same.

After almost two years I went back to books that were hidden away in a sub folder in a folder. I hadn’t looked at them, hadn’t even thought about them in all that time.

I pulled one out at random, opened it, quickly updated the Scrivener thingy and started to read it.


22000 words already completed, I had a vague idea in my head of the plot so I put the document in “manuscript mode” and read the lot.

What? Why?

Why is he going to France?

It makes sense in my head that there would be a scene or two in France, I know it well and can write easily about it. But I cant see at all what I had in my head almost two years ago to cause my main character to go to France.

As much as I searched in the dimmest recesses of my mind, there didnt seem to be a logical plot link to send him abroad. Hmmm, looks like there’s a few thousand words that I’ve written for nothing.

Onwards and upwards.


About bobleponge216

Elderly rotund toothless male seeks wilderness to travel to.
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2 Responses to On writing

  1. Guilie says:

    Happens to the best of us, Bob. Don’t despair; as someone much wiser than me said, even the ‘bad’ words have their purpose. Keep writing!
    Guilie @ Quiet Laughter

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  2. I shall of course keep the bad words and hope I can remember what they were doing there in the first place. Many thanks for the kind words, they really are appreciated.


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