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A Serialised Novel?

I'm thinking of trying a new thing. A serialised novel. I'm drawing near to the end of writing The Fourdrinier Operator, a supernatural/chicklit story I've been working on for a couple of years (it's a little like Spireclaw, with spooky twists and turns along the way), and I'm rather warming to the idea of serialising it on this blog; posting instalments of the story on a weekly basis, perhaps starting this coming Halloween.

Perhaps unlike other serialised blog stories (though I can't say for sure, I've not actually read any, and am therefore prepared to be corrected), this story is almost complete and therefore has all the foreshadowing, red-herrings and clue-planting necessary to bring the story to a pre-defined conclusion. It has a beginning, a middle and an end. On that basis it won't ramble on, creating narrative problems for the writer who is then challenged with sowing all the disparate plot-lines together in some cack-handed way.

So what do you think? Would you read it? Did you enjoy Spireclaw, At Steepdean Halt or Last Train to Tassenmere ? Would you like to read another, longer story, of a similar style, if it was presented in weekly bite-sized chunks?

Do let me know.
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  1. K M Kelly30 September 2009 at 17:32

    Ooh, what an interesting idea - something to entertain me while I eat my sandwiches as work!! I'll definately be reading!!

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