A small crisis of family illness, Baby Jameson keeping me up most of the night and – yes, I’ll admit it – a certain amount of distraction due to the election, meant that I didn’t get as much as writing done as I’d have ideally liked this week.
However, with the knowledge that I had to bear my soul in public at the end of the week, I knew I had to get something done.
Firstly, I have now plotted out my Wales story. On paper, I’ve knocked up an idea with a beginning, a middle and an end. If there’s a problem I’m not sure how intrinsically Welsh it is as a concept, I could change the character names and locations and set it anywhere quite frankly. However, I do have a second idea for a Welsh story – one that’s more elegiac, and my feeling is that if I do both I’ll cover all bases.
Secondly, I was listening to a discussion on a podcast about how most blurbs on books – even professionally published books – are actually rubbish. So, I did some work on my blurbs. I’ve rewritten THE WANNABES, FOLIAGE and worked on my forthcoming gothic tale. (HELL’S SECRETS, I don’t have as much control over though). I’ll be rewriting them again later today, and Mrs Jameson will cast her eye over them this weekend, so I should have them up soon.
Obviously though, there’s still so much to do.
I’m now at the point where I’ve had enough of quiet contemplation and have to get on with typing up my new novel.
But I’m sure if I limit sleep to two hours a night I’ll get it all done.