Humble (yet slightly shit) Beginnings

 

It was a cool evening; the sun had begun to set, its fading rays appearing to wound the clouds above Merrible Park to a deep red. While the grass, now glossy with dew, dampened the well-kept loafers of the elderly man sitting quietly on the bench. The park’s only lamp shone a little, giving its light to the park’s only tree. All around the woodland beyond was covered in shade; small creatures went unnoticed from tree to tree, wrapped-up in the silence. The lamp was placed in the very centre of the park, glowing now more intensely under the retreating sun, its light accentuating the features of the man who sat alone. Looking out into the dying light of the day, and across to the park-gate, his eyes shone a deep blue. On his head sat a dark Verbano cap with thin checker patterns to match his smartly buttoned waist-coat. With his face turned upwards towards the dying sky he noticed the twinkle of the night’s first stars, smiling, he whispered to them a ‘hello’ and a ‘how are you?’

So that’s the book’s first paragraph… it really needs a lot of work. I’m not sure about the tree, it feels like too many singular objects in the scene; so it ends up sounding like a bit of a list. Also, there are many more things which require my attention too, some are blatant (like my overuse of “now”) while others remain as yet undiscovered.  

Science Friction

Nowadays if you were to pick up a dart and throw it in a library, you’d most likely get some weird stares, saying: 

“What the f*** are you doing with darts… in a library???” 

But supposing all this strangeness goes entirely unnoticed by the various book dwellers, and on the off-chance a librarian isn’t hospitalised, your dart will find itself more often than not, buried deep in the pages of some trashy romance, or wedged in one of those tacky thrillers with names like: “Running” or “The Chase”. Names, definitely not as sensual as “Candles Under the Sun”; but my point is this. There are simply too many of these books, and I’ve tried thriller writing (I’m personally terrified of ‘Romance’ though), so I wanted something I’m not used to; something that would challenge my inner genius (found VERY, VERY deep within… like really- wow). 

I’ve decided after about ten minutes of surfing cat memes that SCI-FI is the way to go! I’ve already thought of a good beginning; but not an ending yet (it has only been ten minutes of cat-memery). I’ll be sure to copy out some snippets of my work to let whomever may care-th know how I’m getting on. 

Welcome to Fancy Land

So, i’m sitting here a decrepit fart of a human being, and i’m trying to write my book. It’ll be called “Candles Under the Sun”, sounds fancy eh? It most certainly is! The fanciest book in all of Fancy land! The notion of candles under sunlight is simply absurd! It’s pointless! That’s just the feeling I wanted to get across from my book, that loneliness which feeds on us; life’s futile nature. It’s only a title of course, and other than the title I really haven’t got any idea about the book myself. 

Maybe it could be about survivors on an island, like ‘Lord of the Flies’, or perhaps an account of life’s troubles by some hideously deformed creature; like Bridget Jones’ Diary or The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Either way, i’m sure it’ll be the most ‘bestest’ of all the best books! Still, I can’t help but feel some doubt about this whole thing; subjecting my life for hours and hours to write a book which only may or may not be published. It’s all a bit strange really. 

Perhaps all I need is time, more than I have now, to re-read all that my local library has to offer and fill up on unnecessary vocabulary in a hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobiaic attempt to make my work sound cooler. 

 

… I’m not going to give up on this project, i’ve done it before and I won’t do it again, this title is simply too sleek, too juicy for me to resist.  

Anyway, I’m going to start now; I can feel a good tragedy coming on!