Then I make things up

It’s tough here, at Mum and Dad’s. They are resolutely stuck in the house. And so they should be. But every time we visit, they become frailer and frailer. Dad’s dementia is getting worse – we get asked the same question time and again. Mum is a stalwart, but she can’t see (much) and struggles to shop. Between them they are in a pickle. But they do not want help. And they certainly don’t want to move. As our good friends in Kent told us (and they’ve been through this, so they should know), you just have to wait for a catastrophe – and then come in and mop up. It wasn’t said in an uncaring way. It just is as it is. But it’s blooming depressing.

The good news (selfishly for us) is that we are just three days away from catching a ferry and heading off to southern France. It’s our usual trip. Down to the bottom – finish the book, and back in time for Christmas. It’s a tough life.

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Words from book 4

Talking of book, I’m 105/120k word complete, and so close to finishing. I reckon I might be there before we get on the ferry. Which would be fab, because it means we can take the next 5 weeks at a slightly slower pace and I can work harder at the edit. Which is fun. Let me share with you a couple of Twitter quotes. First, ‘I’m an author. I get out of bed, drink coffee and then make things up’. How true! Second, ‘You can’t edit what you haven’t written’. How true – how true. I just write and write. And then pick up the pieces on the same day (a running edit), and then much later on the first edit. And then, as often as you like after that.  Final Twitter quote (I think it’s Stephen King): ‘Your first draft is telling the story to yourself.’ That is also true.

Am I excited? Easily as much as I was at the end of all of the previous three books. I’m still short of a title. It might have the word ‘Armageddon’ in it. Of a bastardisation of ‘Cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.’ Which is a Shakespearean quote. We’ll see.

Finally we had a fab evening on Friday back down at Wells. The (student) symphony orchestra with singers gave us a Broadway evening. And it was extremely special. Until you’ve heard these young people play and sing, you can’t quite get how good they are. We had a very special evening indeed.

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a fab evening

Back down the West Country tomorrow to pick up Doris. Via Mary’s, then Richard and Caroline’s before we catch (hopefully) a late Wednesday night ferry. Can’t wait!