The Word Cloud

Lately I haven't had the energy to write. My paid gig is running me at full speed and there's simply hasn't been anything left over to use to focus on my WIP. I tried for a while, but all I was producing was stilted awful stuff that sounded way removed from the usual me. I gave myself permission to stop.

I was sent some great DVDs for Yule which I've now watched. I also put together two flat packs that have been waiting patiently for several months. Then I felt like writing again - but not like researching or cross-checking, or even plotting. What the hell, I decided to write only with the view of seeing where it took me.

The most bizarre story has formed. Characters that I'd never even thought of in an abstract way have arrived and started bossily demanding how things are going to be. It gothic, dark and murder ridden. But most importantly, I've realised it exactly what I'd like to be reading at the moment.

Regardless of whether it's any use at the end, I'm having an absolute hoot. Anyone struggling - I recommend taking your filters off for a while.

Now then, I left a ghost setting fire to the printer's shop...