Ok, so it's been suggested we need to crowdsource a novel. What we need firstly are some locations, timelines and some main characters so if you've any suggestions please put them in comments. If you have any old pages or paragraphs or just a few words you've jotted down then please post them. I've opened a new tag here with #novelcrowd so if you use this as a tag, we can all share and see each other's ideas and work and then upvote so we can all look after each other. Don't worry about how random the pieces are, it will be fun tieing them all together.
Here's something else I once jotted down. Please join in. Let's have the most people ever on stage to receive the Booker Prize!
Parked by the side of the road in a deserted industrial estate and gazing emptily into a night, blurred by reflections of rain and a windscreen misted with a light film of cigarette smoke. Jason sighed wearily. He reached for the styrofoam cup of tepid service station coffee on the dashboard of his little white van, which was looking as weary and unkempt as Jason after 30 hours on the road. A hint of a grimace appeared as he finished his convenient beverage and he threw the cup into the footwell of the passenger seat along with the other discarded evidence of his days on the road.
Despite the time approaching 1 am, there was no still calm of the wintery night just a white noise of engine idling, incessant rain irregularly splattering on the roof and the heater blowing much needed warm air into his expressionless face. Reaching up to flick on the interior light, his watery green eyes stared back at him through the rearview mirror, and he held their gaze whilst he waited for a thought to punctuate his mind.
"Just another 57 hours, and I’ll be in the air."
A gentle but tired smile eased across his face and he looked over to his mobile, sat atop an assortment of paperwork, route maps and receipts, subconsciously daring it to ring. Still 4 hours from home, it was time for some much-needed rest. He switched off the engine, locked the doors and reclined his seat. Pushing an old yellowing pillow between his head and the side window, he was still smiling as his eyes eagerly closed.
