Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Writing is a curious occupation.
Seriously, I'm constantly baffled by how it can be the easiest and most difficult occupation in the world. Take last night for example. There I was, doing my best to actually get some words down on one of the numerous ongoing projects I have, and all I really managed to do was tweak a few sentences. I knew something came next but I was buggered if I knew what.
Cut to this morning...
For no apparent reason I'm suddenly drowning in ideas. Scenes and characters are all splashing about, snapshots of about seven different books are forming a horrific montage in my brain and all I seem able to do is run about frantically trying to catch the torrent in a tea cup.
Please send larger tea cup!
Maybe it's the snow! Or the fact that I'm kind of excited about the fact that 2008 is ending. It hasn't been a great year. There have been good bits, but mostly I seem to have spent a lot of time wading. Here's to 2009. Let's hope it's a good one.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL