Almost eleven at night, and I'm in the college library, writing away, after a day spend mostly writing, with the odd break to eat a home made ginger biscuit, or seven. They didn't help much. I'm struggling to continue a story which began well, following a story form, abut is now slipping out of control: the characters are doing their usual and not doing what I want them to. I think I've broadly stuck to the structure, it's in there somewhere, but the story seems to be fighting to break free. I'll persevere tomorrow.
Sundays seem to be beach days. I had another walk along which was much needed. In the end, it was a longer walk than I had intended: almost to Swanpool from Gillie Beach (don't think that's spelled quite right) but it was lovely. And I saw a wild rabbit, then embarrassed myself as someone stopped to ask what I was looking at and I replied 'A bunny.'
There were masses of dogs about. This is their season. A lot of greyhounds, and a beautiful Dalmatian with a red collar which was called Pebbles - it was being chased by a little girl with very pink cheeks.
I think I can't write any more just for the moment, my eyes are tired and my back aches. The thought of a warm and comfortable bed is very appealing. And maybe just one more ginger biscuit.
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Hi Lily, keeping to a structure sounds hard, but read my blog for a salutary lesson in what happens to a writer who has no proper structure... yes, my editor put me straight and that was a lesson and a half! It sounds to me as though you're going the right way about it, learning how to write before starting off on a writing career. I've done it the other way round... Not a great idea really. I thought it would be easy... Oh, pass the biscuits!
Thanks Leigh, I'll have a look, any advice and experience is always welcome. How are things going for you? Maybe you have done things the right way round though - after all, you have a published book! Sometimes it's a weigh-up between the thoughts and the rules, and finding a way for them to live happily together is difficult. Having said that, I like a bit of structure as a starting point. The biscuits have nearly all gone I'm afraid, they called to me and I ate them. More will be made soon!
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