Today’s working pattern: coffee, write 100 words, tea, write 50 words, chocolate, delete paragraph, more tea, consult thesaurus for the meaning of ‘canticle’, more chocolate, delete the word canticle, check word count, despair, eat goats cheese panini, type 5 words. Repeat.
Oh, and I missed out the obligatory ‘scratch the dog’s ears every 5 minutes’ routine! Still, I have finished the second draft of a short story, Memory Tin, which I am reasonably happy with though there are some phrasing clangers that need serious editing. Now it goes in the ‘marination’ cupboard for 2 weeks, before emerging into the ‘annihilation edit’ phase and then winging it’s merry way off into the competition abyss.
My ageing hands have fastened of their own volition onto the box. I call the blue knots River Danube, much to the amusement of my grandchildren but really I can’t bear them, these vulnerable tunnels that expose my secret insides. Their fragility scares me.