My first blog post of 2017 and it comes towards the end of January. I’m a slacker when it comes to blogs and social media, but let’s not talk about that.
Last Friday (the 27th) I finished the first draft of my 9th Novel, Let’s Kill the Gravedigger. Since leaving my job in TV and focusing on writing full-time whist I decide what I want to do with my life, I’ve discovered the style of stories I love to write: whimsical sci-fi. I didn’t talk about it on here, but I wrote my eighth book in late 2016, A Postman’s Guide to Monster Hunting, and fell in love with the idea of wacky people in far-fetched scenarios.
Here’s a little taste of A Postman’s Guide:
“I don’t care. You’re being punished! And restoration’s not the half of it.” She leant forward and pressed a button on her desk, speaking into a microphone, “Bring him in.”
“What is this?” Reginald’s eyes narrowed, a pit materialising in his stomach.
“I’m teaching you how to work with others if it kills me. Or you.” She stood and straightened her blazer, the medals on her breast jangling. Reginald twisted in his chair to face the door, watching as it opened.
“Oh, bugger that!” he said, moustache twitching, as he laid eyes on a rosy-cheeked boy. Near enough five foot six with crop cut black hair and wide, brown eyes, the boy wore a pair of shorts just above the knee and socks pulled halfway up his shins. His shirt crisp and brown, with sewn badges on the right bicep and the Multi-Mail Corp insignia on the breast pocket. A rolled cloth hung around his neck, a wooden toggle keeping it in place. A Postal-Scout.
“Reginald Crawford-James, meet Toby Twigg.” Durand’s lips curled into a sadistic grin as she soaked in Reginald’s drawn face.
“Gosh blimey, Mr Crawford-James, sir. A pleasure to meet you, I should think!” Toby bounced forward with his hand extended.
With a scoff, Reginald glanced between the fragile hand and the boy’s smooth-cheeked face. He turned back to Durand. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Toby Twigg is on work experience, he’s Sandra’s nephew.”
Reginald nodded. “Yes, I should’ve guessed that.”
“I’m rather excited to assist in any way I can, Mr Crawford-James, sir! Gosh blimey, am I ever!” Toby smiled a toothy grin, pumping his arm in a mocking, rounded punch.
“He’s from your dimension,” said Durand, “so you should have plenty in common. You’ll show him everything a Restoration Postman does and, hopefully, you’ll each learn a thing or two.”
Wetting his lips, Reginald leant forward in the chair, ignoring the squelch of the leather. “I must say, I’m not a babysitter. The multiverse is a dangerous place, far too dangerous for Postal-Scout-Sandara-nephews!”
“It’s this or crucifixion,” said Durand, her tone taking on a bored lace.
“I’m a miff better than crucifixion, I should think!” Toby lightly punched Reginald’s arm and threw his head back, laughing.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Reginald growled, jaw clenching.
I find myself moving away from serious science fiction and more into fun, adventure filled romps. Let’s Kill the Gravedigger is in a very similar vein to Postman’s Guide, and both exist within the same multiverse. For now, though, I’m going to be focusing on the books I’ve already written before undertaking another big project.
If itchy fingers were a thing akin to itchy feet, I’d certainly have it. Ideas have never been a problem for me, I get a handful a day. So when I get stuck on an idea, I can’t focus on anything else until I’ve written it. No more! I’ve got more than enough work to be getting on with, I don’t need to be creating more for myself. Time to buckle down and focus on an idea and make it the best I can.
Moving away from writing, I’ve found what I want to do as a ‘day job’. I’m going to become an EFL teacher (English as a foreign language). I’ve been taking an online course since late December and hope to be done by early to mid February. My brother’s getting married in April, but after that I’ll be looking for jobs all over the world, teaching people how to read and write.
Pretty excited about everything that’s happening right now!