The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #9 (A part of my novel)

The evening was serene.  Deo now said just about three words to his wife, since walking through the door.  The children were quiet too, as if trying to make adjustments in their thinking.  Questions no doubt needed to be answered.  But who was going to start?  Was this even the right time for questions?  At least one thing was certain, there was a man named Deo Narine in the house that night.  Tomorrow, the village will have the chance to meet him.  For men like Deo, probably word was already being spread in the village.

 

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #8 (A part of my novel)

With the cars out of sight and her husband gone, Shelly just stood there, her eyes became a torrent.  Encircled by her children and a spot on the stairs were her husband had just occupied, the smell of freshly mowed grass mixed with manure filled the air.  A reminder courtesy the car wheels which had just pull out from the front yard.

 

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #1 (A part of my novel)

Shelly Narine, stepped across the kitchen floor.  The floor boards hissed.  The rubber slippers she wore dragged against it, every time her heels rose.  It made a solemn rhythm.  She looked at her husband and four children. Screaming in her mind was how quiet everyone was.  She could not remember the last time the girls were around each other without bickering taking place.  Especially during dinnertime.  Shelly felt this was always the worst time when they were together.  Voices clamored for various parts of the meal.  If one chicken was on the menu a particular night, it best has more than two legs and two breasts.  And as for the loaf of bread, more than two ends. …………………..

 

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Did some editing today.

It’s really interesting to see how your work continues to take shape as you work on the various parts of it. It takes some time though. But can’t complain too much, for I am seeing it take shape.

I have given myself until about this months end to complete check through of about 40,000 words, before giving it to someone else to have a read. So right now its just me doing my self edits (and feeling sleepy).

WRITING CREATIVELY AFTER DUSK.

Which is the best time for you to write?

Early in the morning? Or, late at nights?

Are you struggling to get that perfect time to write?

Well, to tell you the truth, I am still trying to get up early and engage my creative periods.  What I noticed with me, is that I tend to stay up late, and after about 11:00 pm or so, and after a cup of coffee, I’m up and ready to write.

I guess, when you think of it, I am getting up early, right!

Well, more like staying up way into the early hours of the morning.  For me though it works.

So I may work for about two or three hours, then get some rest before heading out to my day job.

How I feel during those writing periods.

I will tell you what though, I really don’t feel exhausted.  If I had to do some late work on a project for my day job, within one hour, I am sleeping on myself.  So this is my deduction.  When I write creatively, I am actually at rest; relaxed with my thoughts during those hours of the early morning.

Are you struggling to get that perfect time to write?

Well for most persons, there are no perfect times.  Sometimes it is the morning, other times you may get some writing done in the evening.  Although you may feel a bit comfortable choosing one time over another, yet you can start writing at any time of the day.

Writing only when I am inspired.

And, well, forget about writing only when inspired.  I tried it, and must report it didn’t always work.  Try writing in a meeting with your boss sitting right next to you.   Not happening!  But that’s where inspiration comes to you sometimes.  You could start writing then and there, but that probably will get you fired.  So don’t take the chance.

Writing at nights could be so relaxing.

At nights when I write, it is as though I’m asleep.  It really feels relaxing.  The words don’t always flow naturally, at least not all the time, but even at this moment there is conversation with the characters.  I get the time to spend with them, to ask them pertinent questions.  Even if the responses don’t make it into the novel or piece I am writing.  I get to have a greater appreciation for who they are. This year, I want to see if I could complete about two short novels (about 50 000 words).  The first drafts of both manuscripts are completed.  So the effort will be placed on self editing, before handing them over to someone more experienced than I am with this editing stuff.

 

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