Just couldn’t get going this morning. I woke up around seven and reached for the draft of ‘Light entertainment’ that I started going through last night. nothing. It just wouldn’t come.
So, I changed tack. Had a look on twitter, read through a bit more of the scrivener manual.
It’s only four days since I finished that draft of ‘dystopian’, so it’s only natural I should be having a wee dip just now.
I spent a month inside the skull of my mmc, so it will take at least a week to shake the bastard loose and revert to my own personality.
I have half an idea for another novel, but nothing that really grabs me by the scruff of the face and forces me to write. My UberMuse, exhausted by the process of forcing me to write ‘Dystopian’ all this month, is taking a well-deserved breather.
The plan is, I work on revising ‘The last film’ and ‘Light entertainment’ for the rest of the year while pulling ‘Hassle-home’ together in October before my Mistress UberMuse takes over and forces me to write it in November.
That’s the plan, anyway.