Saturday, 1 February 2014

Day Thirty Two - Of the beginnings of stories

When I had the idea for World War Wolf, it was a single line, delivered from a creature to a person, and from that was spawned the whole scenario.  The line is the final line of the chapter that I'm putting up today, which I shall not repeat here because it will spoil the chapter somewhat, but it was a single throwaway line that developed into a whole bunch of other things, like many ideas that writers have.

The key I find is to be willing to catch the idea when it lands and plant it, occasionally give it some sun, a little water perhaps, and then in time it may sprout and become something more than the seed it was originally...

Either that, or it's late, I'm tired, and rambling like some moonshine addled hippy...

Single chapter of World War Wolf today, there's more writing been done, but I can't share it just yet, so my apologies.

This is John Dodd in the Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire, and Goodnight England, Wherever you are...

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