The Gap

Hello Lovelies,

The title of this week’s post is not a reference to the ocean cliff on the South Head Peninsula in Eastern Sydney known as The Gap which gained infamy, not as a place frequented by sightseers, but sadly for suicide. Nor is it a reference to The Gap Inc. the American clothing and accessories retailer. This week’s post is referring to a gap that I found in my current WIP that was preventing me from moving forward with the story, although I didn’t know it until recently.

You  may remember me mentioning last week that I was struggling to make progress on Chapter 22, when I realised there was a significant gap in the story between chapters 16 and 17. I thought it would be a simple matter of slotting in the missing parts between the two chapters (I estimated to be only be a couple of thousand words) and then after renaming the following chapters accordingly, I would be able to move on. Nothing is ever that simple though is it. The section of the story that lies between what was once chapters 16 and 17, will now be referred to as The Gap.

The Gap was not the couple of thousand words I thought it was, it ended up being almost 7,500 words and three chapters long, not including the additions I needed to make in the subsequent chapters to keep consistency. So right about now I bet you’re wondering how on earth I manage to leave out a piece of the story worth 7,500 words.

7,500 words is by no means a small amount, but the answer is this, I didn’t realise there was a gap in the story until I was stuck further down the line and started asking myself the questions “how?” and “why?”. I knew where the story was headed (I already know how the story ends, after all) but sometimes I’m not sure quite how to get from one plot point to the next, until I’m actually writing it. This can sometimes cause gaps in the story later on, as the plot evolves and more and more “gaps” are filled in. Sometimes this means having to go back and filling in gaps that have been created by the evolving plot.

I’m sure as I continue to push on with József and Anna’s story, more gaps will need to be filled in along the way, hopefully none of them will be as large as The Gap, but I’m not holding my breath though, especially when I eventually come to do editing and rewrites!

For now though I will keep pushing forward and go back and fill in any gaps when necessary until I have the first draft complete.

Wish me luck!

Enjoy,

KK

Keep reading for a short excerpt from An Anguished Heart. It is a small section of The Gap that I wrote to fill in the missing parts between the original chapters 16 and 17 (Now chapters 16 and 20), it is only the first draft and likely to change through the many rounds of editing.

 

Anna

No matter how much I loved our first apartment, I couldn’t deny that I felt more at home in our new one than I had in months. The trauma and loss we had suffered had faded over the months and I began to feel more settled, but I never truly felt at home again in our Buda-side apartment. No matter how many fond memories I had of that place, the memories of loss and despair lurked in every corner. Here though, those memories could be laid to rest in the depths of my mind and I once again began to feel the sense of overwhelming peace and comfort.

I knew things would take a little getting used to in our new apartment, which was on the Pest side of the Danube, with views of the Parliament building, but from the opposite side to the ones we were used to seeing. I could still see the river from the corner balcony, but it was not the unobstructed view I had at our Buda apartment. Still, I felt more content here, despite the echoing emptiness of the apartment. This apartment was at least six-times larger than our previous one, easily, not including the live-in attic space that was included with this apartment, being on the top floor, once used as a servant’s quarters.  

We didn’t have the need or even the space for much furniture in our previous apartment and even with every single thing we owned, the apartment was still quite bare. József’s Anya had offered us some furniture and things when her new furniture arrived, which I gratefully accepted, much to the dismay of József and the other men, who complained about moving the same lounge back to the place they just moved it from. I, of course pointed out to them that they had so much experience now, that it should be much easier this time around.

Having a larger home to run, József and his Anya decided that we should employ a live-in housekeeper, who could live in the servant’s quarters. At first I wasn’t sure about the idea, the thought of another person living in our home sort of bothered me, as well as the idea of having a “servant” seemed rather belittling to whoever should be employed for the position and I had never even contemplated the idea before. József though, had grown up in a household that almost always had a live-in housekeeper that also served as a nanny when the children were younger, as well as a cook.

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Stormy Nights and Rainy Days

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Hello Lovelies,

I am again appreciating another bout of rain and mild storms brings some relief to the heat. It may have only been around 32 degrees Celsius or so, but in a small apartment with five people living together, it does get a little suffocating at times, even without the heat.

I do like a good storm, watching Mother Nature lashing the ground with rain, the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance (or closer) and the sudden flash of lightning crossing a cloud darkened sky.

Endless days of rain or rain when you have to head out somewhere or something can be annoying, I’ll admit, not to mention flash flooding and other sorts of natural disasters this type of weather can bring. Yet most of the time I enjoy this kind of weather and love going for walks in the rain, marveling at the beauty created and the creatures that come out of their hiding places, also enjoying the weather.

It is also my favourite time to write, something about stormy and rainy weather calms me and inspires me and I will often reach for one of my notebooks (you can never have too many notebooks) to jot down a few words or even pages of words as I let the inspiration flow through me.

Yes, there is definitely something about stormy nights and rainy days that gets me into a writing mood. It gets me thinking, planning and creating. I don’t know what it is but I’ll take inspiration any way it comes, whether that be in the shower, when I’m doing the dishes, trying to sleep or during a storm. You don’t always need to be inspired to write, but when the inspiration does come it makes writing so much easier, the words flow and the story, characters and ideas seems to come from out of nowhere.

I still have around 6,000 words to write for this month’s quota, hopefully this stormy weather sticks around for a bit longer, it will definitely make things easier. You see, I’ve been struggling to make progress on chapter 22 in An Anguished Heart, I know exactly where the plot is heading (for a bit of a huge plot twist actually!) but I was having trouble trying to figure out how to get there, it was like a setting, a location was missing. That’s when it hit me, it was a location that should have been introduced earlier, with another section of plot I had left out between chapters 16 and 17. Now I am in the progress of filling in this gap so I am able to move forward with the story.

For now though, here’s a few words inspired by the current weather conditions.

Enjoy,

KK

Stormy Nights and Rainy Days

Stormy nights and rainy days

This is where I choose to stay

A blackened sky filled with clouds

And the thunder cracking, rumbling loud 

The rain is falling from the sky

The lightning striking low then high

This wild weather calms me so

Why this is, I just don’t know

Perhaps it’s the rhythm of the rain

Beating on the window pane

What it is doesn’t matter to me

Because stormy nights and rainy days is where I want to be

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All Drains Lead to the Ocean

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Hello Lovelies,

As I sit here enjoying the cool relief of a long awaited storm and watch the rain falling onto the ground and water flowing down the street, swirling down the nearest drain, I am reminded of a line from one of my favourite movies (that just happens to be a children’s movie), Finding Nemo

All drains lead to the ocean.

-Gill, Finding Nemo

In Finding Nemo, this is meant quite literally, as Gill explains to Nemo a somewhat unconventional route to return to the ocean. In reality we know that all drains do not lead to the ocean, but for the sake of this post let’s just ignore that fact for the time being.

In life, the drain is a metaphor. One which describes the somewhat unconventional route to achieving our goals. We are reminded that whichever path we choose to take is not important. What is important though, is that we continue to strive towards achieving our goals, that we never give up on trying to reach the metaphorical ocean of our hopes and dreams.

One day, I hope to be a published author, I don’t dream making a fortune from my writing or of 7-figure writing contracts (but if any one wants to offer me one, feel free to contact me). I do dream of sharing my creations with others, connecting with an audience through words, transporting them to different worlds, places and times.

There are many ways in which the dream of becoming a published author can be achieved, many different paths that lead to the same outcome, sooner or later.

I’ve already taken the “scenic route” I guess you could say.

Some people leave school and head to university to complete undergraduate degrees that are writing related, I started my academic studies in education, with an undergraduate and then later a masters degree and I get to put the post-nominal letters BEd(Pri) and MEd after my name, if I so choose. Whilst these degrees and career may not be directly related to a career in writing, I do not believe it has been a waste, quite the opposite now I think about it. My tertiary education and experiences (in both life and work) have helped me to develop many skills that I believe make me a better writer.

Sometimes I wish I had taken my writing more seriously when I was younger, especially when I read articles about authors who were published before they were 21. When I think back to what I was like at the age of 21, not only did I have so many things going on in my life that no 21 year old should have to deal with, I also don’t think I was ready to dive into pursuing a career in writing.

Of course I was still writing bits and pieces at this age, I’ve always been writing and creating in some form or another, but it was often left unfinished and incomplete and I very rarely shared any of my work.

Sometimes I wonder if I would be any closer to my goal if I had embraced the writer within sooner, but I always come to the same conclusion: I wasn’t ready. No matter how much it frustrates me or how much I wish to have already reached my goal, I am exactly where I need to be. I needed the time, the life experiences, the education (even though it might not have been directly related to writing) to be able to embrace the writer within.

As long as I keep making even the tiniest of steps towards my goal, I know I am heading in the right direction and I will keep on taking those steps. I may not become rich or famous, but I will keep on writing and moving forward.

Enjoy,

KK

 

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Some Things Cannot be Unsaid

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Hello Lovelies,

Sometimes we say things without thinking. Sometimes the things that we say are of little or no consequence, so are neglect of the thought process is not of a concern. Other times though, we live to regret the things that we say without thought and the unfortunate ripple of consequences that follow, changing our lives forever.

Sometimes we don’t notice the ripples until much later. The ripples reaching out further and further until months or perhaps even years later, something we said comes back and bites us in the arse.

I’ve had a few of those moments in life, unfortunately, when something I have said, perhaps in jest or in frustration, has resurfaced to give that metaphorical arse bite. Fortunately though, I’ve never said something that would cause such a consequence, that I would never recover from (At least I hope I haven’t!).

Other times we might say things in anger or frustration that hurt others, this may not change our own lives directly, but the relationship with the other person will be altered forever. These are  when we need to remember that some things cannot be unsaid, once the words leave our lips, we cannot take them back. We might apologise, we might say that we didn’t really mean what we said, we may try to forget it ever happened, but no amount of apologies will take those words back.

Sometimes our words change our relationships with others. Sometimes our words change the direction our lives take. Sometimes our words can have such dire consequences, that there is no hope of coming out the other side.

This is the dilemma that one of my secondary characters is currently faced with. Some things were said in frustration after one (or ten) too many drinks. At first it seems as though the consequences are limited to a terrible hangover and a lot of embarrassment, but then the ripples are revealed and his life and that of his entire family are sent into turmoil. Their world will never be the same again, because of some words that were said in drunken frustration. This is fiction, yes, but this type of thing (perhaps not as extreme) does happen.

Words can change lives, make sure it is for the better because

Some thing cannot be unsaid.

Enjoy,

KK

 

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