Yesterday I edited part of the opening where the MC thinks she's having an anxiety dream...
then I went to bed and...
had an anxiety dream!
My dream was even more traumatic than the MCs (she thinks she's naked on Oxford street). I dreamed I was on the tube and was grabbing all my stuff (which was scattered throughout the carriage) so I could get off at my stop. In my hurry I forgot to grab my laptop which I'd left on the seat. When I turned round it had been stolen. My novel - gone! To make matters worse my flash stick was still attached. My back up copy of my novel - gone! Every last word gone.
I have never, ever been so happy to wake up and realise I'd been dreaming.
Note to self: back up novel on CD regularly and distribute throughout house.
Went out for most of today (and lost £20 on the Grand National - boo!) so didn't do too much work on the novel but did edit several bits this morning that I was really happy with. Which was nice.