I’m being a bad blogger again. I missed last week and, the way things are going, I’m going to miss this week as well, and, in seven days’ time, I’m going on holiday to Tenerife for a week. So, here goes. I’m exhausted, having just cleared out the garage today, and, as I’m typing, my cat is standing on my lap, pummeling it. And the television is on; one and only husband has to watch The News.
So, have I been posting loads of book reviews on my other blog, Dear Reader? No, I need to write about three reviews, one for Instant Apostle (which I will do tomorrow, honestly) and a couple for books I read a few weeks ago (whoops!)
Yesterday, I went to Leicester, to see some friends from school, many of whom I hadn’t seen for a very long time. It was absolutely amazing to see them. We picked up as if the intervening years hadn’t happened. Who would have thought us lot of tearaways, our school uniform skirts bunched up under our school belts and school hats folded into four, rim cut off and mutilated in every conceivable way, would be eating anything so ladylike as afternoon tea? But we did, and it was very nice. Afterwards, having put flowers on my parents’ grave, I wandered into town and took a look at the Clock Tower, and Leicester Market. Years ago (not telling you how many), I sourced the material for my wedding dress in Leicester Market, from a stall called ‘Geoff the Pirate’. £10, it cost.
I have been doing some writing over the last couple of weeks. I even managed to write on the train up to Leicester and back. I’m getting good at writing on trains. I don’t seem to be distracted by endless announcements, although other people’s conversations are more difficult to cut out. I’ve been plodding away at The Novel. Editing is such hard work. Getting anything down, as per the Nano philosophy, is the easy bit. Putting it right – no reps, punctuation correct, using the right phrase, the one that says just what you want it to, making sure you involve all the senses – all this is much harder… but, just when you think you’re there, you think of an alternative – and much better – way of writing the scene. Next day, when you look at the alternative scene again, you see how that could be improved by editing… and so on.
The problem is I don’t seem to be able to see the minutiae until I start what is really proofreading; this is all upside down, I know. I should be getting the big picture right and then cross ts and dot is. I’m sure that a proper writer would be able envisage his/her story much better and save himself/herself time. Next time, I will do it differently. (Says she.)
Now, I’m logging off. I’m exhausted.