11 October 2005
There comes a time when you have to stop shilly-shallying around, and buckle down. A time to stop shopping; a time not to cook any more; a time - shock, horror - not even to clean the house.
Say it straight, sometimes you do just have to start the new book.
Actually, I like beginnings. First footsteps on journeys new-begun, all of that sentimental stuff, I love it, despite all the hesitations beforehand. Going from nothing to something, the plunge taken, full immersion guaranteed: once you step off the edge, there's nowhere to go but in.
So - at my editor's quite urgent request - I have begun vol two of Selling Water, which vol is now called River of the World (to go with Bridge of Dreams, vol one: do you see how I did that? Bridge, river; dreams, the world. Itís an exercise in contrasts).
And I wrote six pages today, which at that rate I could have it finished inside three months. Yeah, right...
© Chaz Brenchley 2005
Reproduced here by permission of Chaz Brenchley, who asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this work.