Yesterday I was commenting about how much naval and sailors idiom and slang is still in our language. I was actually writing about writing, but I deviated into thinking about words.
Here is what I wrote yesterday, and I have highlighted all the phrases and words I’ve used which have a connection with our maritime hertiage:
Over the last few days, I’ve had a good think about the story I’m at present writing… I started in about January and was soon underway and the narrative was raced ahead; all was flowing well and I’d been working at it off an on while editing another book; however I was a bit taken aback when I was checking it, tallying the wordcount etc, suddenly realised I was 4/5 through the expected length of it. There were so many plot lines which need to be tied up that I ran the risk of completely missing the mark, losing my readers and it was just going to be too long. It gradually began to dawn on me that I’d over reached myself, and I felt a bit overwhelmed. Actually, I felt utterly stranded, marooned in a sea of words. Was I just flogging a dead horse? Had I written so much for so long – especially with the long novel I’ve just finished – was I actually flaked out?
When I read it through some of it was fine, but to be honest, if I stepped back, stood off from it, some of it was rubbish, junk, bilge – if anyone still uses that word! I felt a bit adrift actually, in my heart I knew it needed a complete overhaul; I could see that some of it if not quite first rate, was ok, but some of it was just flimsy flannel! I fiddled about taking little odd bits out here and there (I do overwrite! I get carried away with something in my head and go off on another tack and before I know it there’s a thousand words I don’t need!) I was getting a bit frustrated, and to be honest I was beginning to feel I hadn’t a clue where to go next with it! There were so many loose ends! The story was just drifting! I was feeling a bit despondent, and to quote ‘Groovy kind of love’ by the Mindbenders (remember them?), I was ‘feeling a little blue…’ So what could I do?
Suddenly I saw in a moment of clarity that a story line had to go! I excised it, and pasted it into a new document to keep for another time… and then last night, I realised that another story line was supernumerary… it too was cut out and saved. Suddenly, my dramatic action has put a new slant on things, and I felt ready to get cracking and attack the keyboard again! With new found emerging, powered by coffee I set to work and suddenly I was forging ahead, the words were flying onto the page/screen!
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