Chastisement to self.
Several lists of things I think about when I think about redrafting. The editing process, I suppose….
On how I stopped writing for writing’s sake, and instead learnt to write better, by reading, listening and thinking. Hard stares and ginger beer all round.
I have decided, with a typically male lack of need for scientific, or indeed, observable, corroboration, that I have writer’s woe.
In which I describe losing my London Book Fair virginity. Quick, embarrassing, and not eked out to make it value for money. No change there, then.
Brief report from the London Book Fair Masterclass today for aspiring authors – entitled ‘How to get published.’
Homicidal thoughts on the towpath, out for a run in the sun. Disturbed by Transition, by Iain Banks.
On dynamics within plot, and how Mankell’s Wallander is a superior crime drama.
Musing on characterisation, and getting the right blend of child/adult and monster/alien in my fiction.
A fictionalised account of a powercut, and the thoughts that might, or might not, go through a neurotic writer’s head. He was probably reading Saramago’s ‘Blindness’ or some sociopathic rant on the future of publishing at the time or perhaps had simply spent too long on Facebook. You decide.