I’ve stared to mind map august’s happenings in coalface. Mibby that’s the way through this block – structure.
So I have the bare bones of this month. All I have to do now is flesh it out and make it a bit viler! Piece of piss.
I went back and reread what I’ve written already. Looked at what I’ve done so far. Extrapolated the ideas coming through and jotted down where they were going.
Next week should be a little less frenetic than this last fortnight or so. I should have a wee bit more time on my hands (that’s the plan, anyhoo!)
Why not read the novel that started it all? 1919 (inside)
A love story – on home-made acid – narrated by someone first used romatically, then set on fire, by the blue peter team, capering around the pyre like wrinkled vikings.