Six months after taking the decision to cut back on work so that I can write the book I always wanted to write, I am finally in a position to put pen to paper. It is a great feeling.
It also means that I won’t get any more odd looks from people when I explain that while I am writing a book, I haven’t actually started writing it yet: I’m still planning it.
“How long does it take to plan a book, for goodness sake?” I could see them thinking. “Have you got a story to tell, or haven’t you?”
Well, I do have a story. I have three, as a matter of fact, and I know where each of them is going and pretty much how they are going to get there. I have characters, lots of them, with quirks and foibles and faults and relationships. I have settings, in Scotland and beyond, and I have structure: obstacles, resolutions and twists by the score.
I had none of these things when I began to write my first two attempts at a book. I sort of made them up as I went along – and it showed.
So here’s hoping that my months of planning and research will pay off. Here’s hoping that the words will flow and my imagination come to life. And here’s hoping that I like the result at the end of the day.
I know that the odds are against me, but I’m going to enjoy it anyway. Chapter one, here I come…