So, you know when I said I was going to do more than one blog entry a year?

Its been eleven months. It still counts.

To be fair, a lot of the reason I haven’t said anything is because, well, there hasn;t been an awful lot to say. I’ve been plugging away at Clockworld: On Silver Tides fairly frequently, to the point that since my last entry I’ve crossed the 90K word mark and am currently sitting at 93,000. Its getting there – I’ve figured out the overarching plot, where the series is going to go, and what I want to do with the characters, its just that writing the fiddly bits in between isn’t always that wuick.

I also came to realise, earlier in the year, that I went through a period of full-on writers block.

Now, I’ve said I have writers block before, but truth be told, I didn’t really have it. I had a few dry spells here and there, but now I know what the real thing is like, I can very much tell the difference. The fact remains that for several years, I would sit down at my PC to write and literally not be able to do it. I’d stare at the page, and not be able to think of a single word or sentence that I could get down. I had ideas, but the circuits that connected my brain to my fingers had clearly burnt out.

The weird thing is, I didn’t realise what was happening until I did a re-read of Stephen King’s Bag of Bones.

It’s a good ghost story, by the way. you should try it. But the main character in the book is a writer, an after a personal tragedy, he begins to suffer from writers block. And the more I read what the character was feeling, the more I began to think “Hang on, this sounds familiar.”

I think I’m past the worst of it now, but it has set the book back quite some time. thankfully, I’m starting to get into the meat of it again.

I’m going to start trying to do a weekly (at least) post on here. If nothing else, to exercise – or exorcise – my writing muscles.

Onwards.