... I ended up writing a story formed from ideas which kept me awake most of last night. Thankfully I have got back into the habit of keeping the notebook at the side of the bed again, which can make for troublesome deciphering over breakfast - I don't write too well in the dark. The difficulty is in trying to determine if I am writing on top of something else, which is usually the case. Not to worry. Nothing too serious came out of it all, just, as I said, some lighthearted relief in the form of a short story called "At Twenty Thousand Feet Clouds Taste Just Like Vanilla Ice Cream", which could, on reflection, benefit from having a shorter title. I'm not sure what exactly this story is supposed to say ... I'll post it on my site ...
The honest work this afternoon was supposed to be the beginning of the third draft editing of my novel, "POMPONNE", but that short story got in the way. I think I am deliberately putting it off. I have frayed nerves.
This goldfish, by the way, I photographed in Edinburgh. I love it ... looks like a cartoon.
1 comments:
the goldfish is wonderful. it looks as if it is about to emit a loud scream!
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