My paperback copy has come. It is smooth and pristine, just as I like my books. And this one, of course is particularly special. I think it vindicates my choices; size, paper, font. I loves books, real books.
But now that the lockdown is easing, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to put my own text on the page. A short story I am writing has already taken me a couple of weeks, yet when I wrote the novel, it was 1000 words every day. The rhythm of the pace suited me, and I was fairly consistent. Now, though, I’m lucky if I can find the time to do a couple of hundred, even on a new laptop!
On the plus side, the characters in the short story are beginning to seem like they are real people, and that was a feeling I got from the previous experience. So even though they are from a past era, and make bad decisions based on values which I don’t necessarily share, I love them anyway. In fact, it is the decisions and values that make them interesting to me. I should like to collect a group of stories together as my next project, but it may take quite a while to complete. Taster of the above to come…….
