Sunday, August 24, 2008



Yesterday's morning sun had definite hints of gold. September looming, favourite time of year. Tears and frustrations all put away and time to move onwards. Took the old plot charts on holiday and most mornings spent an hour or so fiddling before breakfast. Story is a quarter first draft complete. Put to one side earlier in the year when interest on the previous novel picked up. Now am starting over. Chapters and scenes have all been broken down and wordcount averaged out and allocated to each. Having it so worked out is new to me. Plenty will change as I go along but feels luxurious to know the main characters are up and running and major twists in place.

I tried to tell someone what it was about last night and floundered, it sounds insane. In future will just say a one line sentence and leave it at that.

Have to think about work as well. Don't know what to do. Back to the TV post production makes my heart sink a bit but at least can do it at home. More time at the computer though. Maybe will do more of the novel by hand first, sitting under trees or in caffs or something. It seemed to grow all by itself before, 500 words a day, first thing. Getting them done within an hour, stopping mid-sentence

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Monday, August 18, 2008



London permanently grey and overcast, partner sunk back into private hell and yet another death. At least I don't live in China or the Congo. Not said flippantly. Have been to both and current read, Tim Butcher's Blood River, is bringing the scary Congo times vividly back to life. China being everywhere at the moment needs no such reminders. We're just back from holiday - there, see - at least we could have a holiday. Really good one too. Not there. France. That was all looking fairly uncertain for a long time, but we got there. And back. Middle of France with friends was exactly what was needed. No internet, tv, radio, just books, pool and one or two sneaky newspapers. Now it's back to the continuing gloom. I am really beginning to wonder if there's a jinx. I mean, I know there's a recession and all but everywhere I turn, whether it's orthodontists or bank sharks or BT or just other motorists, everyone seems to be really grumpy or trying to pull a fast one. Death was the only relative I was ever close to. Funeral tomorrow. The gloom of the deal falling through is making me more glum now than when it all happened.

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