Thursday's Child

I had a very surreal dream last night that Jellie and I were being photographed by David La Chapelle, dressed up as the main characters in our respective novels. It was quite fascinating really, but a very strange image from which to wake up on a grey english morning.

I’ve got most of my actual work out of the way this morning so that I can concentrate on the book this afternoon. For some reason I find working on it in the office rather easy. I can’t actually get lost in the writing – too many distractions, and I don’t have the high heels I always wear when creating (it’s a superstition thing) or the enormous stuffed python I often wrap round my neck (prevents poor posture in front of the laptop, which gives me debilitating headaches), but when it comes to chapter planning, synopsis writing, and general character background work, the office is as good a place as any.

I’m taking refuge in the novel at the moment, because I’m hardly seeing Him. It’s MIL’s 60th on Friday night and He’s lost in creative DJ heaven mixing all the CDs and sorting out the playlist. Strange how it’s possible to miss someone even when you’re in the same house, but I do. Histrionic attention-seeker that I am.

I have started setting myself writing goals again though, which is very good for me. This afternoon I need to draft out the backstory of one of the characters I’ve been having some problems with, and then tonight I’ve told myself I have to sort out the house (I have this terrible feng-shui-ish kind of obsession whereby I can’t write unless I feel order around me – I must have the tidiest study of any writer I know), before writing at least one chapter. Baby steps…