I have to put my hand up and admit I’ve been having a tough time with my writing. After being totally obsessed with writing for so long it’s wore me down. This doesn’t mean I’m giving up, just slowing down and not pushing myself so hard.
In truth, I’ve been disappointed with what I have achieved so far with my books. As I don’t have a regular income, I can’t afford to invest money into marketing which just leaves me with Facebook and Twitter as a means of free publicity. This isn’t ideal as Facebook is awash with authors all chasing the same readers. I find Twitter more rewarding but again it is difficult to know whether you have reach your target audience or not. At least with Twitter there are readers asking for book recommendations to whom you could suggest your books.
At the moment, I’m waiting to receive the second half of my novel, The Phoenix Hour edits back from my publisher’s editor so I’m in limbo. I was hoping to have my latest novel done and dusted by now so that my mind was clear to focus on my Granny Wenlock series.
I’ve been stuck on the sixth chapter of the Granny Wenlock novel because it wasn’t exciting me enough to find out what happens next. If I’m not excited by it then my readers won’t be. I have the plot line mapped out in my head, but I kept hitting quite a few stumbling blocks. The main one being how Granny contacts Dave.
Yesterday, I started rearranging the plot in an effort to kick start my thought process. I felt I had created a barrier in my mind because I was stuck on The Funeral Birds plot line. I had the same problem with Roofscapes when I was trying to turn my winning short story into a novel. It took me two years to realise I needed to come at the novel from a totally different angle and that was when Stone Angels was born.
I’ve decided to come at the problem from Granny Wenlock’s POV. Tell her personal story. What makes her tick, how did she become Granny Wenlock. Last night, I went to sleep thinking about the new plot and when I woke up I was saying these words: – The Witch Must Die! Were the last words I heard on this earth. Beauty is a dangerous thing when a man doesn’t get what he wants.
Now I have my opening I’m excited.