Today I opened up the book draft, read over the notes for the upcoming chapter, and I… cleaned my flat. My floors are sparkling, I have paired socks galore, and I am zero chapters forward.
Today I opened up the book draft, read over the notes for the upcoming chapter, and I… started thinking about a brilliant idea for a TV series. Pitched it to a production company I’ve been working with this year, they like it and want to read. I am zero chapters forward.
Today I opened up the book draft, read over the notes for the upcoming chapter, and I… came up with a brilliant live/radio/web/podcast event bringing together brilliant Scottish books and up and coming drama talent.
Extra thrilled, because I’ve been looking for something to get a bit of producing experience so that I can start fighting to be show runner on the series I have in development (age old issue of can’t do the job without experience of the job 🤪). Minor issue that I have very little idea of how a person goes about getting such a project off the ground… but I’m going to figure it out. Somehow.
Today I opened up the book draft, read over the notes for the upcoming chapter, and I ONLY WROTE THE BLOODY CHAPTER.
I’m as shocked as you are.
I’d taken my deck chair and a wee flask of tea out to a local park, so maybe the sun distracted me from not writing because, somehow, I wrote. Afterwards stared at the notebook in shock for a full three minutes, then very slowly and carefully — so as not to frighten the words away — I typed them into the draft.
And today I rewrote the chapter from scratch 😂 Meh, at least it’s done. A chapter a week is shocking, but it’s a chapter more than I had a the beginning of the week, right?! And next week is another week…
Just worked half a day as it is Swedish Midsommar so headed off to meet some friends in a park for a (very responsibly socially distanced!) pagan celebration.