Another three hours on the book last night, and I'm hoping for the same again tonight. It really is quite amazing that, after three drafts already, the material that I have produced remains absolutely shocking.
Perhaps, somewhere around the fifth or sixth draft, there will be a blaze of light from the laptop screen, and everything will miraculously come together as a witty, stylish complete work.
And then again, perhaps not.
I do seem to be moaning a lot about this, don't I? But it does occur to me that this is a rather good place for a moan, particularly about the book. No-one is likely to answer back. My dearest and nearest, on the other somewhat irritating hand, are liable to point out to me that this is all my own fault (a) for suggesting the project in the first place, and (b) for spending large periods of the last 18 months playing poker on-line and not writing. They can be irritating, those pesky ones that love (and more importantly know) you.
Speaking of which, I best get on, before they remind me (again) that this is another cunning way to avoid getting on with the project...
Nightcap
15 years ago
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