Spring cull

I haven't posted for a while, but then it has been quiet on the writing front. Partly this is because work got busy but, I concede, sloth had a part to play also.

The consequence was that when I did look again at what I had written I had enough distance to recognise some blind alleys and a need to change. Also, I read a couple of novels that set me thinking. The first was Thomas Pynchon's Bleeding Edge which I thoroughly enjoyed and which reminded me of the art of narrative weirdness even though it is a fairly straightforward novel. The second was Ken MacLeod's Descent which I also enjoyed but which had plot elements that were too close to some of those I had in mind.

So I have been engaged in a fairly radical revision of what I had already written, losing 4000 words and a pov character in the process but gaining some narrative clarity and blocking off the loose ends.

All being well this will let the creative juices flow some more over the coming weeks.