Long experience of the August effect still doesn't stop me feeling just a little frustrated at the absence of business in this period. Many go away for the break, whilst those who stay behind are either on a go slow or too overworked to really focus. Things tend to pick up from the beginning of September, maybe even stretching into the second week.
Even so, time waits for no man, and in this regard I have spent the last few days laying out FatMan...well not in reality ...more of a metaphorical sense.
I've sent the final copy to a number of individuals to read and a number of agents to review..but the August thing is making this a slow time for responses to anything.
Unlike any other book I've written, The Curse Of Le Cuirf is the first I'm actually keen to hear a review, mainly because it's the first full novel I've written as opposed to a self help, entrepreneurial, coaching book or novelette. There is undoubtedly something quite liberating in making it up as you go along, having the latitude to control both sides of the conversation, or so it seems. The truth is each character is reactionary to the ultimate plan of the bad guy, so conversations have their own flow, their own course when you are writing them. There's a beginning, a middle and an end. The craft of writing, especially comedy is feeling the pace of the text so it takes it's own course like an unhindered river.. it cannot wax lyrical in the descriptive text of Hardy, but has to retain the consistent attention of the reader so each sentence moves into the next, in a relentless story that when you are writing it comes to it's own natural conclusion. It's rather strange that I set out with a total number of words in mind, 90k...the book finished on 90,800 with not another word to say.
It just goes to show that if you set a goal in mind the subconscious sets about creating your goal, or as close too it as it can
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