Plot on the go

Inspiration is unpredictable. And often inconvenient in timing. I've gone through phases on how I record my lightning-bolt moments. Until recently, I used to carry a notebook in my bag to scrawl down whatever came into my head - the "rewrite" of Steampunk Assassins took place on a train (naturally) with a bunch of papers tied together with red ribbon. When I was younger, I had a Dictaphone. I would write poetry and flash-fiction on it, record random plot ideas and sing songs into it. My co-writer and I once sat down all afternoon with it and recorded a lengthy discussion on how best to play out our magnum opus (as yet unwritten - ah, teen spirits!). I also had a mini-computer, which did me very well - until I tried to use in on a coach and it careered into the window, smashing the screen. My PDA was bought for work purposes but was also appropriated for plotting and writing. Now, I have...
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Excuses – and what’s next

So, what happened? It was simple, really. I lost time, I lost weekends, I lost interest in anything that wasn't work or wedding-related. And now I have yet another unfinished project. The other major hiccup in my planning was my friend's glowing review of Good Omens, a book about a bunch of supernaturals who are anti-Apocalypse. Ringing any bells? This put a sword through the heart of my planning, particularly as Famine's grandiose plans seems perfectly in line with my Famine, and now I need to seriously revise the text if I want to make it viable. Also, read Good Omens. I keep wondering if I should try something shorter, or re-edit some of the unfinished manuscripts on my hard drive. I have two "complete" novels that need to be overhauled, several plots without a home, and another couple of stories that are about a fifth in and hanging. There's also the lure of screeplays, of which two beg to be written - Victorian Assassins...
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The intrusion of real life into dreams

In fact, I did not write a word during my plane journey, and I have not written a word of my novel since. Things get in the way. First, there was jet lag. Then there was a job application. And then the hurdle of unpacking and struggling to remember what routine is. Tomorrow, there is a hair cut, catching up with friends, attending a meeting for work, and greeting my beautiful partner at the train station. And when he's here, I very much doubt anything will get done, because he brings chaos to my life in that way. And so, with the best intentions, I am still stuck at 13,500 words, with no sign that progress will be on the horizon. That's very disquieting....
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