Do you worry about the length? Does it concern you that you might not be able to satisfy with what you’ve got? Do you want to increase your size?
I’m having a problem with my size at the moment…the size of my novel. (Hey, I know it was a pathetic attempt at sub-Carry On style humour, but what can you do about it?) I just can’t break the 70,000 word barrier and I’m reading all sorts of things about how publishers like novels that are 80,000+ words in length. So understandably, I am feeling a little inadequate. You see my problem is that I like a short story. I like novels that I can pick up and read in an afternoon and so I tend to write stories that I’d want to read. Fast, punchy and to the point. However, now I am paranoid that my little novel won’t measure up. What’s a boy to do?
I’ve expanded as far as I can go. I’ve also added a few more chapters, but I am still scraping the underside of 70,000 words. God dammit. On the plus side, I’ve actually worked out that “Dead Rock Star” is a trilogy with this book just being an introduction of the main character. I’ve some strong ideas for book 2 and some sketchy ideas for the last part. Of course, maybe I should write the WHOLE THING and hand that it. But then I would be submitting something near 220,000 words and I don’t want to be doing that. Oh well, I’ll figure something out.
Got a load of my old guitars on eBay to pay for my recent bout of GAS (Gear Acquisition Syndrome). There’s a link to the right to access those. Hoping it will pay for this guitar and knock some of my credit card bill down. I’ve been incredibly stupid recently with my credit card. I have no head for money and I am always thinking I’m ahead of the game with my Barclaycard when, in fact, I am not. I am a fucking idiot and I need to be punished. If I don’t get a good return on these instruments then I’ll just to have to put some of my record collection up there. The boy needs to learn a lesson, so be it.
The lack of disposable income means that I have five days left to renew this place. Frankly, the decision has been made for me. I cannot afford it. Toying with the idea of just going “free” but like to have my own control. Of course, I am totally full of shit, so I’ll probably just renew at the 11th hour like I always fucking do. What a weak and snivelling sack of shit I am. Be strong. Give up. Admit you are beaten.

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