Reasonably slow come-back after a break, but still good progress on both novels and a couple of other bits completed as well.
I’ve talked a lot in various blog entries about finding brain space, not taking on too much and trying not to put myself under too much pressure with my writing. But last week, I had an entirely new experience of taking a complete break from everything.
A welcome proper break from writing this week, with no guilt and a lot of reflection. Looking forward to picking it all back up again in the week coming.
I gave myself a deadline of the end of this week to complete my edits on Artisan and get to the end of Colours Part One - and I succeeded with both! I also managed a fair few other writing targets, not least of which was clearing my submissions list. Fly, my pretties, fly!
“Is it dead?”
“I can’t tell from here. Why don’t you go and give it a poke?”
“Eww! No, you do it!”
“You’re the one who wants to know if it’s dead.”
“I wonder how it got here.”
“I don’t know. Flew?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“It looks kind of sad, just lying there like that.”
“Do you think it belongs to somebody?”
“Must do. It didn’t just materialise out of thin air.”
“But it’s not the sort of thing you just leave lying around. I mean, you’re not going to drop something like that without noticing.”
“But nobody’s taking any notice of it now.”
“Well, yes, except us.”
“What should we do?”
“What can we do? If you’re not prepared to get any closer, there aren’t many options. I guess we could throw something at it from here.”
“Like what? A brick? What are you thinking of?”
“It hasn’t moved the whole time we’ve been standing here. It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid.”
“Well, we can’t just leave it lying there like that.”
“Why not? It’s nothing to do with us. Why should we care if it’s alive or dead?”
“I don’t know. I just thought maybe we ought to do something. You know, to help.”
“How? We could chuck it some money, I suppose.”
“What would a thing like that do with money?
“I don’t know. We haven’t got any food.”
“Maybe it needs a place to stay.”
“I’m not taking it home with us.”
“I think I just saw it move!”
“What? No, you didn’t! You’re imagining things.”
“No, I swear. Look, it did it again. Its foot twitched. I’m not kidding!”
“You’re right. I saw it that time.”
“It’s rolling over. It’s looking this way!”
“What should we do?”