Pootling along
Not much going on around here right now. I've been mostly scribbling things on paper, drawing circles or squares around them, and then linking everything up together with arrows. Fun, fun, fun.
Most of this afternoon has been spent writing a couple of scenes for the new book, both of which already appeared in the short story in Spinetingler. You'd think that having already visualised and written the scene before, it would be a piece of piss to rattle it off again. But no. The novel is different to the short story in many subtle ways and so the context of these scenes is slightly different. Some of the details are no longer important, others need to be brought to the fore. And I really don't want to just cut and paste stuff which has already been published somewhere else. That would be short changing my loyal readership. Both of you.
Now I've got to switch everything off and go to Caersws to pick up the Horse Doctor. She's been in London since Sunday evening, curiously enough doing work involving horses for a change.
Most of this afternoon has been spent writing a couple of scenes for the new book, both of which already appeared in the short story in Spinetingler. You'd think that having already visualised and written the scene before, it would be a piece of piss to rattle it off again. But no. The novel is different to the short story in many subtle ways and so the context of these scenes is slightly different. Some of the details are no longer important, others need to be brought to the fore. And I really don't want to just cut and paste stuff which has already been published somewhere else. That would be short changing my loyal readership. Both of you.
Now I've got to switch everything off and go to Caersws to pick up the Horse Doctor. She's been in London since Sunday evening, curiously enough doing work involving horses for a change.
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