I always knew this day was coming. Ever since I started the blog. I knew, one day, I would hit the wall. The barrier. I’ve reached the blog plateau. I’ve got nothing to say and an allotted time I set myself to say it in.
What’s the proper etiquette here? Do I walk away and hope no one notices we went a week blog free? That feels very much against the aim of whatever this is. I want to keep a dialogue open with you. Because, you know, I’m Mr Needy.
He was hunched over his keyboard. All too aware of the time. All too aware of how tired he was. Still, he couldn’t stop. He had to finish writing this damn thing. Well, it was worse than that actually. He had to start it first.
Read MoreSo, why did I bring this up here, beyond the act of public confession? Well, I’ve come to realise that the thing which made this story hard to let go wasn’t all the work I’d put into it or even the other ideas I’d let slide to focus on it. No, this was story was hard to put down because I was finally trying to say something about society. Which feels incredibly important right now.
Read MoreA simple, dark backdrop. Two chairs facing each other. In one sits Chris Long. A man who works five days a week, occasionally spends too much on comics and can happily talk about movies for hours. In the other chair is Christopher Long. He's an author.
Read MoreThe plan was pretty simple. It was a new year and I had a new novel to finish. I wanted to hit the ground running. I wanted to get a second draft finished and then I wanted to clean that draft up for a third pass. After that, it would be away to the publishing races. Only I didn’t hit the ground running. Not at all. I hit a brick wall instead.
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