Ten days holiday — sum total written = Zero. Nicht. Nada. Nul points. Do not pass Go and on no account collect 200 beer tokens. Or any other form of tokens, whether Tolkein tokens or smoking tokens or rooting tooting tokens. Or Dokken. If you know who they are, you need shooting.
Two hours on a train = 1500 words. Two scenes in completely different parts of the novel. In somebody else’s words — ‘most pleasing’. I was particularly pleased with today’s scene, as it started off very much like a drawn sketch. I wrote a paragraph and then backfilled from that point. I quite liked it. Even though I was a bit mean to a dog.
Just to further irritate myself I found some notes yesterday where I refer to one of the main characters by a name other than the one I’ve been using for the last year. I appreciate that this is very dull for my one reader. But never mind.
