After years of threatening to do so I’m going to pull my fingers out and have a go at writing 50,000 words on some semi-coherent document. I’ll be putting to the test the theory that everyone has at least one novel in them by seeing if mine is easily accessible.
Those forty-nine words took only a few minutes to do in the middle of a Game of Thrones ad break, based upon that maths this should be a doddle. If only there weren’t likely to be a few problems along the way, and that’s not worrying about my prose or characterisation.
A hundred words, that’s 0.2% of the minimum word count, may come easy but the average length of one of my posts is only four times as long as that. By the end they already start to meander from the opening paragraph so to be able to continue with the same story for so long is going to be a challenge.
Added to that the time I will have to do this, I am basically looking at doing 2,000 words a night. Or 750 words an hour. After spending all day at work I’m going to need reserves of energy to get this done (especially as I am already a day or 1,666 words behind) or reserves of plot. Neither of which I have.
When I spoke to Mrs G about this she first looked a bit sceptical. She has been spending months on writing and improving the play of the novel she is working on. Yet along come ol’ me, the man who does spreadsheets, going on about how I’m going to knock one off in a month.
Oh, I’ll also need to concentrate, something which I just failed about by singing “We built this city” because of a line I heard from Varys. I may need to be locked in a quiet room with no access to the internet, however this is going to be tricky…because I am going to Live Write this novel. Here.
Yes reader, I am going to write 50,000 words for a novel I have no idea how to start, middle or end. With no concept of proper prose or story construct, who my characters are and what their goals and motivations may lead to. This is basically the Anti-GRRRRR Martin technique.
I imagine it would be better to write an outline, but instead I am going to throw myself in head first. Moments after I press publish I am straight onto writing the next post, Chapter 1 of:
While stuck on the ever slowing, ever filling, 7.43 to Canterbury a group of passengers start telling stories to pass the time. In today’s pessimistic age morality is out of the emergency window and replaced by a bus service and bitterness.
Will the angry fairy tales have a happy ending, or is this a one-way to Miserytown via Glum Central.
Mind the gaps in the plot, and watch the doors.
My only request, please be gentle but any feedback is very much accepted. I shall hopefully improve and take on any comments as I go but there will be an edit afterwards and maybe one day my novel will be here:
I just checked with Mrs G, and apparently this 500 words doesn’t count…even as an introduction.