A really lumbering start. I've rewritten the prologue several times and it's still like curdled custard. However, I'm not concerned as it's VERY early days yet. I haven't found the novel's voice and hardly know my main character. All this takes time and I'm trying not to be impatient. It's also quite hard to work with building works going on in a flat downstairs and my flat is very cold, even with the heating on. These and other obstacles are just there for me to crawl over, though, because even if it's only a tiny bit at a time, a few lines will eventually turn into a novel, bloodied fingernails notwithstanding...
I live in Bloomsbury.
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