Sorry about the Clutter

Work on my new project is going well; I spent much of the weekend working on my introduction. Listening to music has helped me work through writer's block, being excited about my own ideas helps with that too. My playlist goes from depressed to slightly angry to mildly contented.

 
                   Never happy, happy doesn't work for me. My protagonist is never truly happy, there's always something nagging at him, that is if he's not eating, food is happiness. You could say I've modelled him vaguely on myself. If food doesn't make a character happy its booze instead but if booze doesn't do it for them then its sex they need and so on...
Let's face it we all have vices. Mine is mostly cups of tea and pizza. Noodles and food that comes in parcels of pasta. I'm also weak against cats and anything else adorable, especially adorable men...

Everyone needs a slice of cake...

Toodles.

Start Over Again

I have a new story idea. It's exciting for me, I have my enthusiasm back.

Enthusiasm! 

I'm currently working on notes and spending a lot of my time day dreaming about possible events, then again I'm ill and my mind keeps wondering, generally towards the boyfriend and detectives. Detectives do have relevance to my work...

It's hard to believe he could pull such a pretty lady in such a "pretty" jumper vest

Plus Inspector George Gently is set in a time similar to how I image the world in my story, so sitting watching it with a cup of tea is "research". I must admit I'm a tad prematurely middle aged...

Hopefully I'll have my creative mojo back, fingers crossed and all that superstitious crap.