When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Back to writing
I'm all painted out now, so I'm going back to writing.
I've worked out something that all good writers already thought about a long time before me. The original ending of the book was far too easy. So now I'm going to make the task, the original end of the book, relatively simple. But that's where the fun will begin. It should add another twenty or so thousand word to the book but I don't care. I sneer at danger.
So this is my last painting for a while. Thank god, I hear you cry. The real artists can once more sleep well. Hah!