I think it was around April last year that I started bothering paper with pen scribbles again, fuelled by inspiration from the resident prolific writer of the household. I had a good stab at writing some donkeys years ago and remember really enjoying it but then life and whatnot managed to shove this side of me into a cupboard and then piled on loads of old rubbish.
The little writerly voice inside me was still whispering ideas now and then though and I would channel some of those nuggets into such things as Lost Bearings, The Bearcast and even Soldiers of Tangent which are all bloody great fun.
But the little writerly voice kept nagging away until I gave in and started working on Space Danger! And he forced me into writing in pubs, like I used to, longhand. I didn’t mind this, what with me loving beer and all that, and what I noticed was that I was in a different frame of mind when I was writing, I wasn’t my usual, distracted, mindless oaf of a bloke. I was that writerly fellow who had been nagging me all those years and what’s more I decided that this fellow had a name which took me a good afternoon, and some good ales, figuring out what it was.
So now, at the dawn of a new
clusterfuck year, my scribbling a few words down when I could has led me to be halfway through the story. I will release this in parts, the first part needs post-beta reading edits. Part 2 needs a thorough smack and Part 3 is a blank notebook waiting to be filled with fantasticals.
And this writerly Doug Strider fellow has got some cracking things in store. It’s all very exciting!