Remember always to refer to your characters by their second name like they are in the army or something. Unless they are a child or a woman or an animal.
"Forget about it" Jim said. "Hey, forget about it" replied Muttonchop. Fitzmichael chimed in "Forget about it". "Yeah, yeah," Old-Guy Jessops said "forget about it." "Sure," Julia Braintree interjected, "let's bounce." #AuthenticDialogue
PLOT IDEA - Someone retired from crime or the police or intelligence or something is asked to do one last job. They regretfully decline, citing poor health.
PLOT IDEA - someone retired from crime or the police or intelligence or something is brought back in to do one more job and, boy, let me tell you it's a rough one! He's like "I remember why I left!"
RADIO 4 AFTERNOON PLAY IDEA- 1950s London: three generations of women are torn apart, or brought closer together, when the youngest starts a relationship with a black man.
Seem more cultured with the following phrase: "what the French might call". E.g. "What the French might call 'la petit mort'"; "on what the French might call 'les chaises'"; "in what the French might call 'Londres'".
"Beneath Brunt Mickelman's legendary, grease-soaked brawn lay a man of many contradictions. Or did there? He had a heart, like any man; he had a couple of atria. He had a left and right ventricle same as anybody. Except his heart was the heart of a poet." #Intro
"Aphroditi Bangfuehrer had a body that curved in all the right places & none of the wrong ones. She had a bum for sitting on, & her legs reached the floor when standing. Hair? Let me tell you. There was hair. & breasts; two; count 'em. Lips? Don't get me started on lips."" #Intro
I don't often write in long-hand, but when I do write in long-hand, I write in long-hand with a black bic crystal. Bic crystal; writes first-time, every time.
Separating your novel into Acts or Parts? Bit "look at me". Chapter breaks? Bit old-fashioned. White space? Who needs it. Breathing points in sentences? Please! Readers? Who needs them?
Go to the classics when stuck for a plot. In the 17th book of my Monster Trucks cycle Ozzie is cut into pieces, reassembled and then brought back to life. Only they never find his penis.
In 2019 I'm writing a novel in which a middle-aged man overcomes his porn addiction by taking part in Monster Truck fairs, or vice versa. Actually Vice Versa is not a bad title.