I've had the whole weekend to write. Almost twenty eight hours since I finished work, but I haven't been writing. I've been playing computer games.What? I hear you say. Messing about doing nothing? For shame!!
Well, yes. I've burnt myself out writing and frankly I just don't know where the novel is going. I know what I want to happen but my fingers just won't type it. In fact I may have to begin all over again. But before I take that drastic step I'm having a few days off. I'll have plenty of time to write on Wednesday cooped up in a tiny little airplane going to another country.
In fact, I know what the problem is. Ever since I got my spiffy new tablet I find it much easier to write on that instead of my computer. Hence the games. I also wanted to find out if this cheap and nasty PC I bought, instead of making it myself, has any power. I've been pleasantly surprised. It's a good job I no longer have DOOM or my writing might never start again.
I have been working on the cover for said book. I don't know whether I should show you since it's a little rude. But since this won't be a novel for young people but adults I don't know why not. Clearly it's nowhere near finished but when it is it will be a caricature. In fact I might not even keep this one at all. Something even more shocking has just entered my nasty little brain.