And it's a new personal record!
After a couple of days of zero writing time last week, I put in a phenominal effort on Saturday and managed to write ... (wait for it) ...
5,100 words!
I've beaten my previous record by a hundred words. I usually manage to average about 3,000 per day, but I quickly run out of energy as I reach the 4K point. But on Saturday ... well, it was magic. The story just kept on flowing. I think it's because I've finally reached the point that I've been waiting for; the Rendlesham Incident.
Holton and his team of three have just driven along the East Gate road towards Gate 10. They met Airman Walton at the turnoff (trying to get the busted light-alls to work), and are now continuing along the fire track into the forest. I'm basing the route on the night-hike I conducted a couple of weeks back; most of the pines were knocked over in the hurricane of '87, but the forest looks pretty much the same now as it did in 1980. It was real eerie standing on the edge of the farmer's field at Capel Green, watching the sweep of the Orfordness lighthouse illuminating the horizon.
I'm writing this chapter from the POV of Corporal Johnny Campbell (a fictional character), who's acting as a Lunar liason officer with the USAF security forces. He's kind of the UFO expert. Conflict arises from the fact that Holton doesn't believe in UFOs, and, in his own words, is setting out to 'put this baby to bed once and for all'. (Hey, I think my grasp of the American language is improving, don't you think? :) )
Oh yes, and I saw The Return of the King yesterday, too. It is, in my humble opinion, the best film ever made. Epic doesn't do it justice. You know, I reckon that the amount of fantasy being written this year will rocket worldwide; not only from people trying to cash in on the success of ROTK, but from people truly inspired to write fantasy. It was so gripping I think my body turned itself off for about two hours. My brain had all the fun yesterday evening.
Anyway, it was certainly worth the wait. It's unbelievable how long films take to get to the cinemas out here in the Sandlings. I think it was showing in Ipswich a week or so back, but I didn't feel like travelling ten miles to see it. We waited until it came to Woodbridge; it doesn't show in Aldeburgh until mid-February. *sighs* The perils of living in a small patch of wilderness surrounded by comparatively sub-urban lands. (Actually, my definition of sub-urbia will probably fit most people's idea of open countryside. Still ... )
After a couple of days of zero writing time last week, I put in a phenominal effort on Saturday and managed to write ... (wait for it) ...
5,100 words!
I've beaten my previous record by a hundred words. I usually manage to average about 3,000 per day, but I quickly run out of energy as I reach the 4K point. But on Saturday ... well, it was magic. The story just kept on flowing. I think it's because I've finally reached the point that I've been waiting for; the Rendlesham Incident.
Holton and his team of three have just driven along the East Gate road towards Gate 10. They met Airman Walton at the turnoff (trying to get the busted light-alls to work), and are now continuing along the fire track into the forest. I'm basing the route on the night-hike I conducted a couple of weeks back; most of the pines were knocked over in the hurricane of '87, but the forest looks pretty much the same now as it did in 1980. It was real eerie standing on the edge of the farmer's field at Capel Green, watching the sweep of the Orfordness lighthouse illuminating the horizon.
I'm writing this chapter from the POV of Corporal Johnny Campbell (a fictional character), who's acting as a Lunar liason officer with the USAF security forces. He's kind of the UFO expert. Conflict arises from the fact that Holton doesn't believe in UFOs, and, in his own words, is setting out to 'put this baby to bed once and for all'. (Hey, I think my grasp of the American language is improving, don't you think? :) )
Oh yes, and I saw The Return of the King yesterday, too. It is, in my humble opinion, the best film ever made. Epic doesn't do it justice. You know, I reckon that the amount of fantasy being written this year will rocket worldwide; not only from people trying to cash in on the success of ROTK, but from people truly inspired to write fantasy. It was so gripping I think my body turned itself off for about two hours. My brain had all the fun yesterday evening.
Anyway, it was certainly worth the wait. It's unbelievable how long films take to get to the cinemas out here in the Sandlings. I think it was showing in Ipswich a week or so back, but I didn't feel like travelling ten miles to see it. We waited until it came to Woodbridge; it doesn't show in Aldeburgh until mid-February. *sighs* The perils of living in a small patch of wilderness surrounded by comparatively sub-urban lands. (Actually, my definition of sub-urbia will probably fit most people's idea of open countryside. Still ... )
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