So, it’s Tuesday September 13. And, just as a happy coincidence, it’s my 51st too. Having successfully escaped from the clutches of the dietician and the young woman that took a little more blood than I’d like, I didn’t do much in the way of writing.
Well, not quite true. See, while I was waiting for the bus, I did get an idea about a short to do with a garden shed that gets blown down. Now, the first part of it has been written and now, having more tea and cigarettes, I have to finish the thing. I only want 2 parts and something for fun that’ll take me away from the novel, editing, cooking, cleaning, walking, swearing and all sorts of other stuff. Oh and not watching telly would be a help. Hinderance?
Currently, I am sitting quite comfy on my couch with BBC Breakfast on in the corner, YouTube in my ears and tea that’s just starting to go cold. Another thought I’ve been having is about killing off one of my main characters – simply because she’s annoying me and I have a replacement waiting in the wings – but the thought was whether it was the right thing to do. I don’t normally have a problem with killing any of my characters off, these things happen. only now, it’s like I’ve put the brakes on while I try and get this resolved.
Two questions crop up:
1. Why her?
and
2. Why now?
…I don’t have any character that’s immortal as I just don’t like the idea. Nature, by design, doesn’t allow anything like that to happen. Nothing is forever. Having her just disappear somewhere seems a bit lame, but workable, so where did this notion of killing her come from and is it more than the simple truth that I was in a bad mood at the time and decided to take it out on her? Why kill her at all? I just like the idea of saying goodbye to her and bring in the understudy and let her strut her stuff. I also reckon on me being a bit stupid about the whole thing and rather than debate the whole sorry mess, just write the damned thing, get it all printed off and go and sit in a pub somewhere and while I get stinking drunk -that’s not a good idea at all, by the way – decide if she really should get the chop. Nothing like being decisive while drunk, you know.
So, in other matters, well, I took a ride on a bus unto town and as soon as I got there, I wondered why. I just got the bus back, stopped off at the local shop and bought a few things and so here I am again, waffling on about something that really doesn’t bloody matter. Earlier, I did have YouTube happily playing in my earphones while I didn’t have breakfast and I didn’t watch telly. It’s my birthday today so I can do what I want. Not really, I know I can’t.
I won’t take a trip to the pub, I won’t get drunk, I won’t cause any trouble but what I will do is go and have some lunch. Calmly sit down and do some of this writing thing and I’ll shake a few trees to see what falls out.
I’ll keep this one nice and short – because I’m really like that – and say: take it easy out there, and please, mind the gap.
