1. I finished the book today, and so in order to head off the inevitable bad mood (I don't know why this happens whenever I finish something but it does and the bigger the thing I finish the worse the mood, so a book = gloom hell) I was going to read The Hanging Tree in the pub with some mulled wine ( Read more... )

Mother of fuck, I thought I'd been updating this thing. OKAY ( Read more... )

Yesterday: Haircut, for which I was very nearly late, and during which Klara told me to eat more "you're still healing", and then after I went to the Japan Centre etc as part of my "bugger being in the house" jaunt, I got a message on Instagram from Lucian shouting at me "your body needs FUEL to CREATE FLESH ( Read more... )

Finally left the gruesome prison of my flat and immediately felt better (no shit); trudging around St James' Park in the dark trying to find a bin; successfully acquiring one of the Christmas presents I need to get (I also need to remember to adopt a beehive for my grandmother and find something for Linds and everything on top of that will, as ( Read more... )

Unlike apparently everyone else who flings themselves at words, I still prefer the "actually writing" bit to the "I have written" bit unless there's something worthwhile to distract me from the HIDEOUS GAP between "finished doing a thing" and "someone has acknowledged that I've done the thing, therefore it is Real ( Read more... )

Blister: my crowning name was ‘too many ( Read more... )

At 10:50AM 28/11/2015 I finished the first draft of "Heavy" at 170,000 words. This is the twelfth full-length manuscript I've completed ( Read more... )

Two separate sessions of therapy today and ball-aching cold: that shit will take it out of you ( Read more... )

Went to see Doug in hospital again today.

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"Won" NaNoWriMo today as winning validation opened. Have reached powerful levels of disillusionment but not just with this year's project, with ALL WRITING EVER, which I think just means I'm 2/3rds of the way through NaNoWriMo. Would still like to throw myself and everything else under a train. Ah, winter. I am bored with my own unhappiness at this ( Read more... )