So. . . November.

By the time you will be reading this, we will be nearly a week into NaNoWriMo.

Send help.

It’s not as difficult as I thought it was going to be (but there’s still time!). It’s not the writing that is difficult, it’s the discipline. Don’t get me wrong, I am perfectly content to sit down and write, the problem lies in writing what I planned to write.

This month, I put aside my current, mystery WIP-with-no-name in order to power through a story I had been kicking about for months. The Legend of Dreich is immense fun but I have this problem where I struggle to focus on more than one book at a time. True, I am only focusing on one book but the problem is that I’ve left a different one unfinished and it bothers me. It feels like being uprooted from one world and transplanted into another, leaving everything hanging. In a writerly world, that’s exactly what has happened since the WIP is a fantasy one and Dreich is set in the real world.

At this point, I let out a deep sigh.

I love Dreich and it’s great fun. It causes a lot of hilarity when I bounce ideas off of my family and I’m enjoying the trip back to childhood as I write but it feels flippant, as though I’m messing around when I have more serious things to do.

There is a time for laughter though and November is a difficult month for me so it’s a good time to be working on something more lighthearted. I’m just rambling but I thought it’s important to update you with what I’m doing writing-wise at the moment rather than disappear without explanation for a month.

So here are some quotes from The Legend of Dreich.

From the depths of the shadows, the creature groaned. Its eyes glittered, unaccustomed to the sunlight.

There is little in the world which is disgusting enough to put off a curious child and often the grotesque only adds to the excitement.

They were quite a sight as they hurried down Dreich’s main road, covered in green slime and stinking of tar and pickled fish. Had there been any tourists, they would have stared. But there weren’t and the villagers had long since ceased to be disturbed by the Gunn family’s unusual ways.

“Dr Baldwin. Pleased to meet you. Would it be reasonable to suppose I had found two fellow Nordic Raider enthusiasts? After all,” he leaned in with a conspiratory air, “We all know viking is a verb.”

His eyebrows came together, dense and foreboding.

None of them thought it looked like rain, but that in itself was almost certain guarantee of a downpour.

Annie gave Will an odd look as they walked out of the takeaway but he pretended not to notice, as though his sudden interest in chip fat disposal was perfectly normal.