I've been doing so much writing the last few days that this morning it began to feel like a bit of a chore.
I had to remind myself that writing is fun. I'm not being forced to do it so why should I slog my guts out? It's not as if I have a deadline. So I've been doing some painting. This is what they reckon England will look like in a few days. I'm not quite sure what's going into this painting but I'm sort of happy with the beginning. I'll probably change it again as I always do, but it relaxes me.
Back to the writing tomorrow. I've reached 32,000words in Kongomato 2. The country's in havoc and I get to kill and maim as many people as I like. The only hard part is moderating it slightly. Remember, there's supposed to be a plot, I keep reminding myself.
I really should finish Hoodies Two. I have only one edit left but as I've just sent Hoodies One away to the Harper Collins competition, my first ever competition entry, I'm going to wait for a while. Who knows. I can be hopeful. I know that hope achieves little in this world, but just for a change I'm going to wait and see.