Nicola Vincent-Abnett

Nicola Vincent-Abnett
"Savant" for Solaris, Wild's End, Further Associates of Sherlock Holms, more Wild's End

Saturday 24 November 2012

We're Going on a Snark Hunt...

... Soon!

It’s funny, isn’t it, how time can pass without anything of note happening, or, at least, without anything of note happening to make my mood swing dramatically.

I haven’t had a good old snark for what feels like the longest time.

I haven’t been accosted by badly behaved children, watched pitifully inappropriate parenting, been struck by the ghastliest of mac-jobbers doing the most horrendous of jobs, or been caught up in a row about grammar for weeks, now, and I can tell you that I rather miss it.

I can only put this lack of good snarks down to the fact that I am head-down, elbows-out on a project... the latest novel, and, when that happens, virtually nothing else does. I have barely crossed my threshold since I started writing this book, and it’s beginning to show.

The husband works every day, day in and day out, and I do too, to some extent, but when it comes to actually writing novels, I find that my stamina is limited, and that tends to mean that I have to get a first draft down fast.

To do that, I have to literally open a vein and collect the blood, and, once I open a vein, there’s no stopping the flow. I suppose, in theory, and stretching the analogy, I could put in a couple of stitches, or tourniquet the thing, bandage it and get on with something else, but then I’d only have to open the damned thing again, and who wants to go through that rigmarole, especially if it’s only to pop to the shops or do the hoovering, or find something to snark about?

So, during the writing of this book, I have done almost nothing else. Yes, I still get up every day and write my blog, and I’ve kept up with the reading and editing that the husband has needed me to do, and that I’ve needed to do on my own current projects, but every other waking moment has been devoted to the novel, every moment, that is, when I haven’t been eating or sleeping, or interfacing with the husband, (or getting very drunk with visiting business associates, although I feel much better today, thank you for asking).

When this is done, (and the irony of my self-imposed deadline of November 30th isn’t lost on me and won’t be lost on any of you Nano-Wrimo types either), I’m going to go out into the World once more. I’m going to expose myself to what’s out there for better or worse, and I’m going to wallow in it for a little while. I’m going to wander through the back alleys of snarksville and dip a toe in the local, snark-infested waters, and I’m going to come back to this blog armed and dangerous.

So watch this space, because I haven’t lost my snark radar... I know I haven’t... it’s just sitting in the back of a cupboard somewhere waiting for me to get it out and wave it around, and I shall, I promise, and soon. 

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