Hand writing a book is hard. Being so used to the availability of the backspace button I fear what I have written could be complete and utter shite. Then again, being confined to the page with just a pen has been an interesting and refreshing challenge.
On the surface it would appear a tad pretentious to say ‘my next book is going to be completely handwritten’ but I’m doing it to channel the inner method of the book’s main character. Eventually it will get typed up which is all part of the editing process. I am also embarking on this journey to come away from screens and Microsoft word just to find myself because this infliction (yes I view writing like that sometimes) can wear away at the soul. Overall I do this because I enjoy it, from the whole initial idea thing spinning around in my head all the way to writing ‘the end’, all of that is great, but what comes afterwards is probably what will turn me away from writing, maybe one day.
Progress has been clunky with this handwritten project but this has been the busiest time of my life. Busy is good, a distraction from the rat race, an escape from the mundane. Time is ticking away quickly and we’re in Feb already. 2019 is going to be a unique journey that may not see a book release, but content is building so another publication won’t be far off.
For now I’m reading a lot of indie stuff, leaving reviews and interacting on the scene. I’m doing my best to give back. Writing and publishing isn’t all that what being a writer is. I’m trying to interact and comment on stuff whilst trying to be genuine. There are too many fakers on the interweb super highway, so when you get my attention it’s for real. There are some fantastic bloggers and fellow authors out there, many I have been acquainted with in the past year or so. We represent a generation of new words. New words are good. New words are the future.