Last night I asked the sticks if I would live happily ever after.
"You made an unreasonable wish."
But I did write over 800 words of the novel and 10,000 words is nearly within my grasp. Am off out to see Damien Rice tonight ( his gig, rather than a personal rendez-vous) so probably won't get chance to write any more.
Am liking how, now I'm actually writing the novel rather than just umming and ahhing about whether or not to start it, ideas are starting to pop into my head. At about midnight last night I sat bolt upright in bed and scribbled down three ideas for new scenes/tweaks to existing scenes before I forgot them. Am fast accruing a stack of random bits of paper with scribbles on. Must keep them all in one place (and re-read them).
Photo copyright me 2007. Bungalow, Cowes, Isle of Wight.