Not only has London been choked with appalling smog, but my flat is wrapped in the dirty wood, steel pipes and blue mesh of scaffolding. The days continue to be grim and grey with almost no light. No wind comes up to blow the smog away and the air tastes like the bottom of an unwashed ashtray. A few drops of rain fell today (about five) but they were more particulates than actual water. The five minute hail storm on Saturday followed by a spectacular sunset seems like a dream now.
I need to re-establish this writer’s diary as, well, a diary. It’s been turning into a blog recently and as a result, my actual Wordpress blog has been suffering somewhat. And now that I’ve been blogging more recently, I’ve done no writing here! So I need to see them as different entities: my blog is where I post articles, essays, book reviews and discuss the horror that is self-publishing. My writer’s diary is where I mention briefly what I’ve been up to, whether actually writing or not.
Today’s diary entry would look like this:
Found a single error in the paperback of “V. Gomenzi” – this means republishing it on all three platforms JUST when I thought I’d finally finished republishing ALL my novels on ALL platforms.
Sigh. All for a single word:
I live in Bloomsbury.
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