Valley of the Trolley Dollies

I’m not stupid
I’m not smart
I’m not arrogant enough
To suffer for my art

I’m loving the new ABC album ‘traffic,’ from which the above lines come.

Yesterday, i started writing fiction again. I’d been telling myself that I’d never really stopped - I was ‘thinking,’ ‘planning,’ ‘researching’. But the truth is that, whilst there’s doubtless a great deal of benefit to be had in the productive inaction, sooner or later, to paraphrase a favourite quotation of mine, “Writers write. All else is not writing.”

So, a longish short story is started. And will be finished, although I don’t know just yet how good or bad it will be. But finished, redrafted, polished, and completed to a level I can be happy with, is a good start.

After that, we pull out the two finished novels, and take another look at them. You may not have noticed that I tend to ramble, so I’ve no doubt my earlier work - whilst it’s got some good writing in it - probably has too much writing in it.

Maybe I need a class on editing? Hmmmm

Rambles off.