I think I still have two days of editing ahead. I am very quick to write, but I am, as usual, way over word count and it always takes me longer to sort it all out afterwards. I am very lucky that my husband is a grammar nazi and will not tolerate my sloppy syntax :)
Really enjoying myself, especially as I have lovely french-lined notebook and mechanical pencil on the go. I try to do my writing on the laptop – but I can’t see it in my head the same way as if I’ve written it by hand. I like to have sweeping arrows connect things, make texty flowcharts and asterisk the hell out of bits as afterthoughts. I don’t see connections as quickly if the text has to be scrolled up and down. Give me a big sprawling A3 notebook any time.
I like working from home. I am the calmest I have been for weeks. I have accepted that my lunch break has to coincide with neighbours and home & away. I blame my friend (?) Rebecca for this: she started me on Neighbours while we were doing our MA in Wimbledon and then stopped watching it herself. To me this is akin to starting your mate smoking and then giving up, I am left with a life-long habit. Thanks Rebecca.
Have been for a lovely sunny walk this morning and was wondering how my new rural abode will change things. I grew up in this village too so all of a sudden everyone know me and stops for a chat – a massive change from Liverpool/London/Japan etc. Do artists in the countryside make different work to those in the city? I remembered Rosemary Shirley had written something about this a while ago, but I’ll have to see if anything changes for me…..
