It was easier at the start, when I could still believe in the possibility of success. I wrote seven novels before one was published. How to keep going? I still didn’t know. I was stuck halfway through yet another novel and nervous about taking on a project to write a mythology textbook. A writer friend, Bridget, and I came up with a plan ~ we would text each other two random words at night and in the morning, before dawn, we would make something out of them. In this way we would shortcut doubt and procrastination and begin each day already being writers.
On the third day, I started to write what seemed like lectures from a guide I called Godfrey. I thought I would photocopy them for Bridget. On the day I wrote there were fifty more lectures to come, I realised it was a book length project. I wrote almost every dawn over a winter, in my house beside the sea. I wrote a book I didn’t set out to write and I did it without thinking, without stopping, for twenty minutes a day. That was the first thing I learnt ~ that by simply doing it, something would grow.
I went on and wrote the myth book, finished the novel, published two more. The fear has mostly gone. Doubt still lives on and procrastination thrives in many guises. But after meeting Godfrey in these pages, I think I know enough now to carry on.
Jillian Sullivan

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And yes, perhaps the good times in the story should have been for a longer time from a dramatic view-point. At the time the consideration was that my narrator was telling the story quite casually and that he wasn’t the type to embellish anything, ever – that he was actually so casual that he told a story about meeting a time traveller and later having him beat up for his own money without having his pulse ever go above 60. That probably hurt the narrative slightly when it came to dramatic effect, I agree.

Nice to see its not all games and parties as it seems on facebook with your picturetags

Good, skewed story as always, I just missed some more about the good times, seemed as the good went bad to quickly that caused the downfall to be less steep.

Those questions failed to get anyone anywhere, right? I would recommend that you try a less puzzle-solving approach to literature of this kind; literature is more about the sensation caused by reading it and the world hidden in the omissions from the narrative and less about filling in the blanks.