There was another word that I said aloud yesterday that was excellent. HUZZAH.
That’s it. So good. Like a pirate.
I don’t want crazy talk to be too good today, because the post in The Torch is what really matters to me today. That’s where my heart is.
I would like to share my writing further. I want people to see that post above, perhaps it’s just that I simply share that on social media as if I would a blog, but I don’t do it with every post.
I wish I had like an editor for my newsletter, someone to work with it on. Someone who believed in me and kind of saw it as a project that could grow. I feel like there is more I could do with my writing that is beyond newsletters and the occasional book.
As an example I really do think my newsletter would be better on a different platform where you can scroll back through the archive. Yet I just don’t have the energy to do that alone and then I have to ask myself big questions like how to describe it, what I call my writing. This is the problem with writing there’s no money in it so I can’t pay anyone, well I could but I’d just be taking on expense with no real idea of how to recuperate other than the odd tip.
19,000 words on Jack’s Journal. I thought “Jack the Lad” would be an interesting name for it too possibly, a redefinition or an opening up of what a modern day “lad” is. I am enjoying writing it that is the main thing. It’s August in the book, I don’t want to give too much away, but he’s about to go on holiday to Spain soon and he’s seeing a therapist also.
I feel more and more convinced that the world needs this book and we need new stories and narratives surrounding young men. Move over James Bond, welcome Jack.
I have created a whole world, characters, a plot, an environment. That was unexpected. His Grandma is called Barbara.
10,000 words a month and I think I’ll have a first draft by end of Jan.
Oh also I decided not to do the writing workshop. I ran one for a group I am in, it was fun, but I don’t really want to run writing workshops, I just want to write. So that was fun to figure out. It feels so naughty saying you are going to do something, doing it and then deciding you don’t really want to do it again. That’s creativity I think.
Jaymo (that was my name throughout school)
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