Plans...and Da Jungle

Here’s an old hard copy title cover of the rewrite giving your host with the most such a headache at the moment, along with its predecessor, Glimpses Gone. Rewriting something old which is embarrassing in places can really test your patience, but you have to stand by it and see it through, cutting and chopping without changing the body into something altogether new, and resisting the temptation to put it in the bin. It’s fair enough being willing to simply check for spelling mistakes and leave it at that, but when almost every seven year old sentence needs reconstructing it's far easier to kick back and think about something else. Maybe watch something intellectual, or dip into a book, or think about some collages.

Schmoe 2 needs to be done, which is a totally fun release from normality. Schmoe is different because it has a niche audience, so it will get written with a purpose unlike anything else. It can get reeled off. Each instalment of the series will be about 10,000 words, in mini-anthology style, like the first.

Schmoe and Mr. Ridiculous, along with Escaping Hazel, are bound for print. The ultimate idea of a book signing is to have a spread of the entire works laid there for browsers or buyers or whatever to pick and choose, rather than hinge every hope on one title. That’s a lot of work away however, at the moment, but achievable within one or two years. Or five.

But you know, writers get sick of sitting at screens. Especially if that screen is in your home. Clocking in has its advantages. Office premises have their advantages. A woodland retreat has its advantages. Tight busy schedules have their advantages. The future is rising early to write first thing in the morning, when your creativity is peaking within the throes of dream hangover, or napping late to stay up and write in the night, with quiet nocturnal energy.

Be posting a feature about selected writing from prisons and secure hospitals soon, so please call again. 

SAW SOMETHING STRANGE ON A WILDLIFE DOCUMENTARY THE OTHER DAY AND FELT COMPELLED TO WRITE THIS SHORT RHYME ABOUT IT. JUST ABOUT SUMS UP THE JUNGLE, IF YOU ASK MOI, AND MAYBE JUST ABOUT SUMS UP LIFE!

Weird Jungle

A snake ate a Leopard’s cub

So the Leopard bit the Snake

Until it spewed the cub back up

The Snake slithered away

To fight another day

Then the Leopard ate her cub