Total for the day, 962 words not including rewrites, corrections or grammatical incompetence on my behalf. Not at all bad for work day! #rollingworld continues as #OomartraTang makes her way to the mainland! #railwaylife #writeforlife #PumpkinCafe (at Portsmouth Harbour railway station)
Still early in the shift and I’m 600 words into the day. Thank you Carluccios for the comfy seat! #railwaylife #rollingworld #Viewfromtheedge (at Carluccios Waterloo)
Today has been a really successful day. To ensure that I obey the principals of #cycleforlife I managed nearly 20 miles this morning, mostly off road riding in the dirt and muck! Then some coffee and a few hours chinwag in the good company of Brother Nigel Lunn. Finally, to finish the day, hour upon hour of happy writing in a fluid and easy way. It such a pleasure when I don’t have to rush off anywhere and the ideas and story come to mind so rapidly that I cannot type fast enough!
After the better part of 1500 words, I though I would take a break for grub. With my mind at idle for a while, I started to think about Kalladia and its Moons once again.
Kalladia has two moons. Pion and the recently named Crontak. Without wishing to give too much of the evolving story line away, I though you might like an illustration. Sometimes a picture is easier to interpret than words. I’m no artist (Obviously!) but is nice to use the board every now and again.
In terms of the ongoing narrative, I have been doing really well in recent weeks and am managing at least 2000 words a week. This makes today’s limited hours a huge success and bodes well for the summer months when writing is always easier. Inside the narrative, Oomartra Tang makes good progress and I am about to write a storm sequence that should take her across to the Kalladian mainland and freedom!
All being well, progress should continue to accelerate as the year goes by. Writing Rollingworld is now a way of life for me and, after the months lost through illness last year, has taken on a significance that could not have been foreseen. Rollingworld will be published in full. Rollingworld has far, far more material already written than I have ever mentioned in this blog. The Rollingworld Universe contains potential that will inevitably enhance an already complex scenario far into the future. I look forward to writing it all and eventually, when the time is right, giving it to the world.
Two quick paragraphs at Waterloo East. #rollingworld continues before 2B27 goes to Southampton. #railwaylife (at Waterloo East Railway Station - Platform A)
I may have mentioned this before but I do like Nero’s! #perfectplacetowrite #rollingworld #railwaylife (at Caffe Nero @ The Cut)
No matter what, you can always count on Nero’s. An interlude to relax and write. #rollingworld #railwaylife (at Cafe Nero)
#rollingworld on the go!! Between trains at Woking, there is enough time for 15 minutes somewhere really important! #goodprogress (at Woking Platform 3)
This morning this small segment of The Celestial Wanderer has passed another significant milestone. A View from the Edge describes the formative life of Oomatra Tang. The segment is about 3/4 complete and should be ready for insertion into the main narrative by the early summer. If I could find more time to write I could probably complete it in less than 3 weeks. Sadly the real world gets in the way!!! #rollingworld #railwaylife (at Platform 1)
I had some time to spare at Fratton today. Sometimes when I write, everything just falls into place. The paragraph isn’t quite there yet and hasn’t been debugged but is so not bad for a first pass!
Hammock-bound, but wide awake and restless, she watched the vast rotating panacea of flickering stars. The crystalline clarity of the darkarc sky contrived to enhanced the randomly speckled star scape, somehow allowing the visual two dimensional backdrop to become a magnificent three dimensional masterpiece. Loosely tethered in a moment of calm, her mind wandered the stunning cosmic vista as she pondered her future. Devoid of definable direction or contrived intent, her thoughts eventually lead to the dormant fatal attraction at the very heart of the matter. Without really knowing why, Oomartra felt sure that she harboured sufficient mental acumen and ability to become a Master Navigator. The attraction of the idea itself now seemed more substantial than before, almost as if it courted her specific countenance and attention. For the second time in as many darkarcs, she could feel the call of the stars and could not ignore the yearning inside that seemed to soak her every thought. For reasons she couldn’t begin to unravel or understand, it seemed that her destiny would take her away from Kalladia, far away from the local galactic cluster, far away from anyone or anything who might remember Oomartra Tang. If opportunity offered, opportunity that might take her stars to see just how far she might travel, her isolation would be complete and unalterable. Whilst a life time contrived and foretold by Tang-tao now lay lost and beyond her reach, the door of possibility stood unguarded and open. With the star call echoing in corridors of chance and possibility, how could she not take advantage, slip away from Kalladia and become something and someone entirely and utterly different?