So, the new A3 scanner arrived… When I say new I mean it is new to me. It has actually been bought for a company that sells off old office equipment. It is an Epson GT-15000 and although it isn’t going to win any beauty contests it is brilliant. But then I’ll let you be the judge – this new drawing has not be photoshopped at all!
I fell today – not a bad fall. But it hurt, and still does. The problem with dyspraxia is that you have no balance. You don’t put a foot wrong, it is just that you fall. Today it was a change in surface. I went from grass to walking on wood and bang… I’m on my knees. So one bruised hand later I am picking myself up, pleased that the raspberries I was picking are unhurt. The bushes survived as well. My shoulder is complaining mind, but that is okay. I’m happy that I bounced again.
The good news is that I am losing weight. So my ability to bounce has increased. Hopefully by the time I am down to where I want to be I will not only bounce but spring up from the ground without a scratch… Possibly?
Anyway I have been having an issue with work balance. You see a load of people wanted to see my drawings, but here is the kicker… In the exhibitions so far, what has been the best seller?
I thought it’d be cards – nope.
Prints? – not at all.
Originals? – Not even one.
Books – my best seller to date is books. In fact I am sold out of The Phantom Horse and have got to pop in another order.
I’m shocked but it has made me re-evaluate my day. I love to draw but I can’t spend six hours a day on it. Instead I have got to spend more time writing. That is where the money appears to lie. So I will keep up with the drawing but I am not an Artist and Writer…
Instead I’m a Writer and Artist.
Still can’t believe that my books outsell the art. I think I’m in shock…
Is Max the key to it all? And can Bitsy trust Dee? The next part of Chapter 6 of The Gone.
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“You can’t,” Dee says. “There is no fixing this.” All the fight has left her and she is just staring at the table.
“But Max is immune. Surely we can find someone to fix this,” I say.
Dee just shakes her head. “Not for those already infected. I don’t think they will ever come back.” She glances at the door and I wonder if she was close to Robert.
“Sorry,” Max says.
I blink. Of all the inadequate words…
“Don’t be,” Dee snaps. “Somehow to think that this was an attack makes me feel a little better, that it was done for a purpose, no matter how misguided. But instead you say sorry, as though you did it on a whim.” She looks away in disgust. I can see why she would think this but I can’t accept it. If anything I am comforted that Max may realise that he…
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I love books… I read masses of them. And I mean MASSES. Maybe it’s because I didn’t learn to read until I was 11. But whatever the reason I devour them. One I have been reading was a romance. Now, I don’t read a lot of them for the simple reason that the writers are the most likely to forget to breathe. But this book started well. A beautiful millionaire and a size sixteen beaten girl who didn’t think herself worthy. He tricks her into becoming his and she tries to hide the fact that she is in love with him as it is a marriage of convenience.
See – it has all the ideas of a good book. Throw in the waspish mother who keeps telling her daughter she is fat and the boy friend who is gay and suddenly you have twists and turns. And I’m reading faster and faster and thinking ‘yes, a good book.’
He traps her in the house declares undying love and… nothing. Roll credits.
What about the mother?
What about the gay friend?
What about the jealousy, the trust issues, the twists, the plot?
All gone. It was as if the writer was trying to finish as fast as they could. It can’t have been a word count issue. Instead I think it was a breathing issue.
So to all writers out there, and myself, I say – BREATHE ALREADY!
Write a scene and then make sure that it says everything that it needs to. Don’t rush it. I know that sometimes pressures mean that you have to write fast. But take as much time as you can. Be economical but not so much that characters you have created are left drifting in a limbo of broken stories.
I know it is tricky – I’ve done it myself. So when I feel my fingers flying over the keypad I stop and breathe. I think and then I carry on. Or I stop and plan out that chapter. And then I make sure that it includes everything it needs.
So please, as a reader, could everyone slow down and breathe. Because if you do the book will be ten times better. And your readers, including me, will love it more.