• Weeknotes - S04E38 - Enjoying Editing!


    Going great guns on the final novel edits and really enjoying it, which is a very pleasant surprise. Everything else has pretty much fallen off the to-do list, but that’s okay, because the novel is the most important thing.

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  • Weeknotes - S04E37 - Very Little To See Here


    Very light on writing this week - but big plans for both novels from next week until the end of October, so activity should be really ramping up again shortly!

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  • Weeknotes - S04E36 - I May Be A Novelist


    Feeling very happy about the state of my novels this week (at some point soon I may start to consider myself a novelist!), and happy to have cleared the decks of all editing responsibilities before going on holiday.

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  • Clearing The Decks!

    August has been an interesting month for my writing.


    I finished and submitted three short stories, which felt really good and also cleared my writing to-do list of everything except the novel.

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  • Flamingo

    “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.”

    “Except us.”

    “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?”



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  • The Owl

    An eagle eye

    Surveys my heart

    Noting the changes since it awoke

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