What I was doing was…

I decided today that I would finally get round to reading a zero draft for novel I wrote a bazillion years ago (5 1/2). Day went: reading, eating, reading, swimming, reading, eating, reading, stretching, reading (fucking fascinating stuff, that’s why these posts are so darn READABLE). Yeah so a few years ago I decided to write a thousand words a day for 90 days and see what happened, but the idea of REDRAFTING a novel has since seemed so BIG and NEW to me that I never get round to even properly considering it, so it just keeps on sliding -today was about considering it. Reading it back makes me feel part surprised/entertained/bored/confused/touched/amused. Need some time to reflect on what, if anything, might be next (TORCH IT M8).