Over the past few months I’ve been revising the novel I’ve been working on for far longer than I’d like to admit.
I wish I could say it’s a masterpiece of Catcher In The Rye proportions, but sadly no.
I’m on a very tight deadline at the moment, even still I can’t bring myself to focus. I keep looking outside, up at my canoeing calendar, over at my dust covered bike.
in West Highlands, Scotland with Hamish
When I was a kid, my mother never made me take any lessons or extra curricular activities. If I wanted to that was fine; naturally I never did. Sometimes I regret that discipline not being forced upon me.
Perhaps I’d know how to play the piano or build a robot. Other times like now, I think, what a relief. A relief, because I can sit here chained to my desk and my Mock (mac), look outside and remember that I used to do things, a mix of things, lots of things, fun things.
Now, I just write about characters who do.
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