le freak – chic

Up at 05:00 and into the idiots’ graveyard. I only wrote 450 words or so, but they were good words. One or two of them even groovy. This is like march all over again. It’s the 13th today and I’ve yet to have even three or four days’ clear run at the fucker. March was […]

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seventeen – sex pistols

I don’t know why I’ve been beating myself up over my apathy since I started NaNoWriMo – habit, I guess. It’s day nine and I’ve just cracked seventeen-thousand words. Presumably by tomorrow night, I should be on sixteen thousand, six hundred and seventy, so I’m ahead of schedule. It just feels like (as happened in […]

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mr knowitall – primus

Fourteen thousand words already. The plot’s hanging together fairly well, if not the characters. And, as always, as soon as I start writing the thing, I get a million new ideas. If anything, I’ve been beating myself up over how little work I’ve been doing on my novel. Damn, this protestant work ethic – it’s […]

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child in time – deep purple

That’s me on eleven thousand words. And, strange as it may seem, it’s not going all that badly. I’ve already ripped out a chunk of my outline and replaced a PUAs meeting with an avon-lady suicide cult. I wrote a draft of this back in 1998. So I dug this out and I’m reading through […]

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shockwork – test department

Well, that’s NaNo started – again. Up at nine, two thousand, one hundred and twenty-one words by about twelve. Feels pretty good being back in the saddle again, I have to say. All those worries plaguing me for the last week or two – the characters are tired, I couldny finish this in 1997, there’s […]

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right to work – chelsea

Quite a miserable start to the morning. Brutally dismal weather, the sort that sends the suicide rate crashing through the ceiling. Still, considering I’m about to embark on a novel dealing with unemployment, forced labour and poison-government, this is probably a positive. Ideally, I can coast on all this negativity around me. Two people I […]

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voodoo lady – creme brulee

I hooked up with #2 son this afternoon. We ate solids and drank caffeinated and alcoholic beverages, as is common in proper families. He let it slip, quite early on, that he’s in a band – of which I had no idea. I suppose normally when one’s offspring drop a bombshell over coffee, it’s traditional […]

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48 thrills – the clash

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 – […]

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