erastes

I’ve mentioned my love of the Teddypig before. Yesterday he lit further fires! I was mooching around online in the evening, and he came online and chatted and before long he’d entirely bunnied me for what I want to do next. Can’t tell you yet, of course!

I wonder at my entire inability to share online these days. I’m sure I used to talk about Standish and Transgressions in advance of them being sold, but now I find myself freezing and not sharing anything. Part of this is I feel you can’t be interested in a half formed idea, or a half written manuscript (believe me, it’s not from a sense of mystery to pull you in) and if I share too much you won’t be interested in it when it comes out. Another fear is that the people who can write a novel in two months would jump onto the era and idea I have. I’m not saying someone would steal the plot, I don’t believe that would happen, just that they might inadvertently think “oh that’s a good era to choose, I’ll do that” and then they go and write hugely similar by accident because I can’t write that fast. Daft I know. How one is supposed to build “platform” when one can’t talk about one’s books, I really don’t know.

Decided to skip dad’s today and go tomorrow instead so i can do some hard editing. It’s hard to get it done there – writing is easier, because I can touch type and stare out of the window or even attend to what he’s saying – but with editing you need to look at the screen and I find that quite tiring – probably the eyes? ETA I’ve spent the entire day on the sofa—obviously the body needed it.

I’ve started to watch Dexter, I’ve just watched four episodes of season one - and I’m a bit creeped out by it – which I assume is a normal response. A Dad teaching his son to be a killer is quite disturbing, however good a spin he puts on it! I am not too impressed by the main actor either, he’s got too much emotion for someone pretending to have human reactions – how does he know what human reactions are? And I don’t know if a man with that condition—which I’m assuming is some kind of Asperger’s – would know the difference between right and wrong anyway. But I’ll stick with it, it’s interesting. And useful, although I can’t say how.

Yes! I have the rare beige mountain egg.

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