Decided I’m going to call my book “Omniverse”. Like the collection of all alternate/parallel universes. I thought it was apt, and I like one word titles for things – they don’t give much away so they make you wonder what lies within the meaning of the title.
Character development is going well – I decided to develop some of the characters outside of the story first and let others form naturally while writing. I like where story’s going at the moment – so much so that it’s really interesting into writing more.
I think one of the main ideas of the book is that, you can be so many things to so many people, so much so that it seems like you might be living alternate lives to outsiders, but in the end, when it comes down to it, you have to choose the one things you want the most and stick with it.
You can have all the things you ever dream of, but often you can’t keep them, so stick with the thing you want the most before you aren’t able to make that choice any more.
I thought I’d include a little extract just from the beginning – I might upload the first chapter sometime, or the whole thing if it gets finished that is.
Chapter one:
Harry Doggett was pretty much a magnolia type of guy, you know the kind. The type of person who sounds like they’re heading somewhere, but underneath the fancy name you realise that really they’re just an off shade type of white. Not much going for them, but they wouldn’t look bad in your living room given the right accompanying décor. Now this isn’t to say he wasn’t a good guy – he was clean shaven, stood around 5’8” and his left foot was slightly bigger than his right. He would be your short brown haired hero of the day if your hero was the milkman who lived down the road that is. That’s exactly what Harry was; your average run-of-the-mill milkman. To say he was average though could easily lead to a short story about injustice and a slap on the wrist to boot. He did happen to have a degree in theoretical physics he was quite happy to remind anyone who questioned his career path about. Harry was clever to say the least but his calling, he realised despite his penchant for complex knowledge, must have been to deliver a white liquid secreted from the mammary glands of a female bovine to the local houses every morning at 7 o’ clock.
7 o’clock is precisely where we meet our beige superman as it happens. He fumbles out of bed to discover his alarm has unexpectedly not completed its assigned job and rushes off to the bathroom, presumable to get ready and eject the urine he built up during his exceedingly long night’s sleep. Lying adjacently parallel to the space he had just vacated is his partner Emily. Emily was only slightly taller than Harry, though he would never quite admit that she was, and she had fair brown hair with eyes to match. Her face wasn’t chubby, but had enough substance so that she had very pinchable cheeks. Her small, perfectly formed nose sat comfortably in between her cheeks with her chin positioned nicely below, as if it were cradling her light red lips. Emily and Harry had known each other since their school days but only really got involved with one another after they had both finished University.
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