Don’t expect it in the shops soon

I started on my first book a couple of weeks ago.  It’s going to be brilliant, or rubbish.  It will probably be somewhere in between.  I say my first book as I have many more planned. A whole section in Waterstones perhaps.   I have to start somewhere.

I was going to start with a novel with a gripping story line that has lots of twists and turns but the words just won’t flow onto the page.  So I’ve changed my mind and I’m going to write a book about work, one of those self-help books that make you so much better at your job if only you put what they recommend into practice, which you won’t of course.

I’ve counted the number of words in another book about the size that I want mine to be.  Actually I cheated by counting the words on a line, counting the number of lines on a page and multiplying by the number of pages but that is what any sane person would have done. 

I’m going to aim for about 50,000 words as a first stab and it’s going to have seven chapters.  I’ve mapped it out and I’ve clearly thought it through.  I’ll probably need to add a lot more words once I’ve edited out the rubbish and realised that the thoughts aren’t strung together but I fully expect that to be the case.

I’m writing it because:

–          I want to give it a go as I think I have at least one book in me

–          It will be a challenge and I’m up for that and

–          I think I have something to say.

I’m already half way through with over 26,000 words written and haven’t suffered too much form writer’s block yet.

Wish me luck but don’t expect it in the shops soon.