My day count is very misleading, so no more days. Although it isn’t the end of May yet I am resigned to the fact that I have failed the Every Day in May Challenge. I feel like I could still possibly have it in me to try again, to catch up, but no. It sounds like I’m giving up but it is more about being realistic. Let’s just pull up my calculator and see what it says… hmmm, 9000 words. Not impossible but I would have to stay up all night and with this dreadful chest cold it just wouldn’t be worth the medical impact. As a confirmed hypocondriach it would see me complaining into Winter 2010, and that just isn’t worth putting my family through! I have actually been doing SOME writing. I will just tab over to Word and see what’s there. Approximately 2000. But mostly notes and not on the same project. I sat contemplative by the heater in my office today, yet again trying to work out which of my writing projects might have enough promise to give it a go… to give it wings and let it fly. I’m actually wondering if one of my more recent ideas might work. It is really a film script in my mind but maybe I could write it as a novel first and then adapt it. I just don’t have enough experience to write a script from scratch and I think it would help to build the story as a narrative first. I managed to jot down quite a few ideas re plot and characters while I was waiting in the doctors surgery. More about that appointment later. Anyway, will see if I can manage to stick to this one. So sad that Bud Tingwell died. I wonder if he kept the letter I gave him years ago about Deadspot. I would still love to finish Bud & Sam. Maybe if I do I can dedicate it to him. I had a feeling he might die before I had finished it. Sweet man. Goodbye Bud. I hope wherever you are you find my Dad and have a beer with him. Tell him I said hello and that I miss him like hell.
Tags: Bud Tingwell, May challenge, writing
