The sharper-eyed among you will have thought that there was nothing here yesterday and you’d be right!
I decided to devote sunday afternoon, evening and night to getting seriously bunnied – and all day yesterday to recuperate from the experience. It’s all very well being the psychedelic pensioner, but it’s taking me a couple of days to recover these days.
There was no way I was stringing words together yesterday.
Up just before seven this morning and probably operating at about 80% of my normal efficiency. I should be all groovy again by tomorrow.
I’ve edited and uploaded three episodes of dreich noir and written the first draft of another. And, had a great idea of where the plot’s heading next.
Then I walked to a supermarket two towns along from here.
I revised the draft of next months dystopia novel, adding in a lot of new materiel. Still no proper title jumping out at me yet, though!
And the artist I wanted to do the cover for ‘1919’ got in touch today. He’s started on it – just needs the exact text so he can start arranging that around the artwork.
Sing hosannah! Joy to the weird!