Three weeks of refilling the well, and I’m writing again.
I’ve learnt not to beat myself up over these fallow periods. My brain needs them, and I write better after I’ve had the chance to recharge.
So there’s progress on MTD which really needs some kind of working working title. MTD is just too clunky. Current stats 6946/100 00, and halfway through chapter three.
Favourite bit today:
And now the rub. “Rommer wants us out the city.”
“Of course.” He snorts, then loosens the belt strapping him to his seat. “In his position, I’d have done the same.”
Stev claps me on the shoulder. “Come now, Merrick. I’m a practical man. Far more so than Rommer, anyway. If it had been me, I wouldn’t have sent my co-conspirators out on a wild goat chase. I’d have poisoned you.”
“You’re a wonderful friend,” I mutter drily.
“We haven’t been friends since University. Now, something to drink?”
“Anything stronger than tea. And I’ll pour it myself, thanks.”