I’m on the Gold Coast at the moment. A week ago I left Sydney and headed north with the aim of finishing the novel I’ve been working on for the past 18 months. I was also hoping for warmer weather, but as luck would have it a few days ago the Gold Coast experienced the coldest day in 30 years. On the flipside, it’s perfect weather for writing.
There was a break in the weather yesterday afternoon so I took the opportunity to take a beach walk. There were a few surfers riding the waves; brave souls. I really admire them especially in the light of Mick Fanning’s lucky escape from the white pointer in Jeffreys Bay. Fanning arrived home to an emotional homecoming on the Gold Coast last night.
Whenever I visit the beach I always take time out to the read the lifeguard notice. I like to study the ocean to see if I can identify the dangers and warnings.
Writing is a big part of who I am, so when I read the lifeguard’s warnings I immediately translated the potential dangers into negative writer’s talk.
1. Unstable at times (why can’t I finish this ##@@ book, it’s driving me crazy)
2. Being pulled into a deep hole (the sub-plot needs more work. Why did I go down this path? I don’t know anything about Asian gangs!)
3. Dumpy waves (that scene doesn’t work: delete)
4. Flash rips (yeah, that’s a brilliant pinch point, run with it!)
4. Please take care (I need a break, this writing is doing my head in. Think I’ll book in for a facial and a massage).