Been toying with the idea for days now; MUST. LOOK. AT. NOVEL. You see I’d enjoyed the freedom of being in another land, a place where novels just weren’t important (finding your next meal is); Being at one with nature (stray dogs) and lazing in the sun (avoiding sun burn – yes, black people can burn in the sun!) But now I’m home, all I can do is stare at the drawer containing my masterpiece. Wonder what horrors are lurking within. Whether the pre –
It’s funny, when you tell your self you’re going to do something, you do everything in your power to avoid doing it. Yes, I am officially in protascanating hell. I‘m doing everything except writing. Oh, I think I’ll call Maddie (someone I haven’t called in months FOR A REASON). Oh, let me sweep under the bed, you have to be careful because lots of dust can accumulate without you knowing. This goes on for a good half hour before I finally plonk myself in front of the PC, and decide it needs a good old wipe. Then I can’t help noticing that the Eastenders omnibus has started and because I missed Tuesday’s episode, I just have to see it all or die. So nothing actually gets done today. Maybe tomorrow…
Tomorrow never comes, but the next day, I get down to it.
I’m a complete whiz, possessed by the need to ‘correct’ and improve my work. A line scrapped here, one more added there. And did I really write that line?
Luckily, I still like. The novel that is. And even though I've said this on numerous occasions, this is the final batch of correction I’ll be making to the first 3 chapters.