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I have finally stopped myself procrastinating and started the read through of draft one, novel #2. Before starting, I: Made a nice wall-chart of juicy quotes from Macbeth Note the spaces around the words. Not empty for long… I have printed out my first draft of novel #2, and it comes to nearly 500 pages, and used up a whole black inkjet. This environmental abomination is going to be my constant companion for the next six weeks or so. I’m going to read . . . → Read More Me by Rembrandt Today I am feeling a little Lazarus-like thanks to antibiotics. But still happily confined to bed, where I have been engaging in research for novel #2. I am a sort of after the event researcher – I like to write unhindered by mere fact. It’s only after I make something up that . . . → Read More  Where I am mostly working today. Note Simba hot water bottle. What do writers and women of the night have in common? Prostitution, you may say**. But we also both work in bed. Today I am feeling a little ropey, a bit meh, like I’ve got some sort of bug hanging around me. . . . → Read More I have spent the last couple of days catching up on admin and reading, trying to flush my mind for the read through of novel #2 (which I hope, one day, will actually have a title). I have had to fill in a couple of interview forms for a couple of places, both of which asked . . . → Read More I have finished the first draft of novel#2. While Old Man and Littleson were out at the footy this rainy Sunday morning, I exercised my writer’s privilege and stayed in to work. I have been anticipating the end for the last three or four days, but my characters kept spinning it out, getting diverted into yet more . . . → Read More  Youngson with proof copies I am in Kemptown, having coffee with my good friend Emma on a Saturday morning, when Littleson calls from home in a state of excitement. My proof copies have arrived! Cruelly, I forbid him to open them, but say no to another skinny cap and stride up the hill back home. There, . . . → Read More 
I am so close to the end of first draft – and I am so enjoying writing it at the moment. When it’s all going well, and you have to tear yourself away to eat, read, write blog, it’s all so marvellous, this writing thing. other times, of course, it can be sheer, bloody hell. What I am . . . → Read More  Agent Simon saw this today: He says: “Wherever I go in London this bloody case is following me…”. I say, “Money . . . → Read More |
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