More ideas. They’re bubbling up and out like pish from a bladed jakey. No idea whether they’ll end up in the final cut of the idiots’ graveyard, but I’m slotting them in, more or less willy-nilly.

Okay, there’s a basic building block logic to the novel- as it exists in my skull for now – but no great over-arching plan for the whole thing yet.

As November hurtles towards me like a jail on wheels, it *feels* like I’m about to write a novel about the one sane man up against a completely irrational universe. Although, in my defence, there are actually two sane characters fairly central to the plot already.

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Doing for sexuality what carlos castenada does for masked wrestling.

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