Not much of a post, more of a, we’re still here and thinking
about things, and waiting patiently for some sort of news or movement. We’ve
had our third potential bite on the house sale, and this one actually looks
promising, the first was an investor and wanted to offer silly money. The
second was a slightly dippy couple, he seemed interested, she not in the
slightest bit. The third is a single lady, first time buyer, looking to move
out of the inner ring of suburbia. We live in hope.
The weather is too cold or too wet to tinker with the motorhome,
so the Trim Project is in abeyance; couple that with me working every weekend
for the last five weeks and the time has gone. I did four weeks of 4am starts
which was a killer, and meant that the Fridays that I don’t work was a total loss
as all I did was catch up on sleep. The plus side of all this is that we’ve had
a few extra pennies at a time when they are most needed.
There is light at the end of this particular
tunnel, I think I have five days off at the start of December (I think that’s
next week), so while the day light hours are short, I have five of them soon and
of course, once the door panels are off. Then the remaking and re-covering is a
sit at the dinner table and tinker job.
We had the Brakes sorted out for the MOT, and we can say
that the motorhome is winterised, all except an Anti-Freeze and engine fluids
check, but I hope to get these bits done next weekend. I hope to do a bit more
writing of my first attempt at a novel.
I’ve been, doing mini biographies for
the characters to remind me of what I’ve been thinking about them and their
interactions for the future. This is because I can’t write consistently. To
define: I can’t write consistently; I mean I don’t get to meet my muse at times
to suit both of us ... our calendars are not synchronised. I work ... it doesn’t
therefore it can come up with fantastic ideas while I’m in the middle of
racking a server, or cooking the dinner. I do have gadgets such as the good old
fashioned pen and pad, a Dictaphone, even voice recording on the phone. But
then getting a clear period of time to rationalise and write from snippets isn’t easy.
Neal Asher, whose blog I follow, tries to write two thousand
words a day, and usually succeeds. I’m lucky if I can manage two hundred, though
on my best days I can knock out five thousand or more. However that five
thousand will come from three or four weeks of bare notes and reminders. Neal
Asher is a successful SciFi novelist, so maybe I’m setting my aspirational bar
WAY WAY too high for this early in my fantasy career, but a target is a target
and this one is as good as another.
Does Blogging eat some of that writing time? I guess so, but
then there is the fact that if your thought bucket is overflowing with minutiae,
you end up with head clutter. That’s why this post is a ramble ... a mental
comfort break.
I’m going to cook the dinner.
PS: The Sloe Gin is looking very red and fine.
PPS: If you're Neal Asher and you read this. Thanks for the target, and all the tips.
