For the third time, I've reached the same place in the same chapter. It's been a slow, sticky start but I haven't been at all concerned. Every hour spent writing is so rare that it's precious. It doesn't matter what I get done, as long as I'm there, in the woods, with the trees. I really need to change my schedule at work. After half term (not expecting to get any writing done other than the weekends), I've taken a week off work and will hopefully be able to feel my way more deeply into the story. But a lot depends on the building works going on in a neighbouring flat which has been driving me insane with endless drilling and hammering, let alone the dust clouds all this produces that floats up the stairs and coats everything, even the walls. All going well, I'll change my work shift to afternoons and so have the mornings free to write. An afternoon shift in the main library is not ideal - it's far too busy to do my work properly but some sacrifices need to be made. I should get a new section soon and if it's in the IOA, an afternoon shift will be ideal.
I live in Bloomsbury.
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