The time has come (again)
There comes a time in the writing of every book where you think ‘Not only am I completely sick of this book, bored to the back teeth with it, but it is also a pile of rubbish which no-one will ever want to read. Why? Why??? Why????’
This has happened without fail in the writing of every single book since the world began. I have no dobut that before God sent the stone tablets down the moutnain with Moses he went through a phase of thinking: ‘These commandments are rubbish! No-one will ever follow them! Why? Why?? Why???”
Many years ago, I used to give up when I got to that phase. Not any more.
However, I am going to go and drink coffee. And I’m goign to take my notebook with me – sometimes moving from typing to writing helps. Makes the brain think it’s a different story, or something, probably.
Happy new year!
