The words "cold" and "London" don't often go together - not at the centre of London where I live, anyway. But this morning it was COLD. Deliciously cold! It had rained so the ground was damp and fresh. The sun came out and was brilliantly blinding. And my face went quite numb. God, it was lovely. I love London like this. It's so rare, like a precious jewel. A diamond, in fact.
I've been editing my new novella "Shattered." It began life last January but I failed to finish it, a rare thing for me. Got caught up in all those Neanderthal facts, which weren't, after all, very important in the end. It's a bit patchy - some bits are bloody brilliant, others are rather weak and rushed, so I'm doing my best to fix it up. I had hoped to published it this January, but it may take longer than I'd hoped to finish it. Not that it matters. It's not like there are hoards of people waiting for the next Exodus Sequence story.
But the combination of a wintry day and doing some writing is just lovely. Nothing else matters much at the moment.
I've been editing my new novella "Shattered." It began life last January but I failed to finish it, a rare thing for me. Got caught up in all those Neanderthal facts, which weren't, after all, very important in the end. It's a bit patchy - some bits are bloody brilliant, others are rather weak and rushed, so I'm doing my best to fix it up. I had hoped to published it this January, but it may take longer than I'd hoped to finish it. Not that it matters. It's not like there are hoards of people waiting for the next Exodus Sequence story.
But the combination of a wintry day and doing some writing is just lovely. Nothing else matters much at the moment.
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