I write all the words, la la la… (not all of them, just my fair share. Sometimes.) This is The Blunt Crayon’s 100th post. I know. So in honour of this momentous, er, moment, I’m just going to carry on as usual. It’s only a week or so until the play is out of the way (eeek) and I’ll be able to properly get down to the writing thing again!
I was trying very hard to think of an interesting way of talking about all the writing I’ve been doing this week, without giving away the fact I’ve not done anything. Oops, there goes that then. Getting away with it two weeks on the trot is a bit of a stretch so I’ll just admit that I’ve been busy with other things. This is how I know I’ve been busy:
I like to have with me most places (except the shower and places like that) pens. Which makes sense, because you never know when you might need a pen (though you often know when you probably will need a pen, so you have one then too. And you usually know when you probably won’t need a pen, which is why most people never take their pencil case into the shower).
In the spirit of greatest hope and respect for such a splendidly brilliant New Year I resolve to approach my writing thusly: I will focus on one project at a time in order to bring them to a state of useful completion. Of course one has to be aware that too much concentration on one thing can give you tunnel vision and even a headache, so the above resolution I
Things I have actually written in the last week: – A Christmas list (for other people not me, I sent mine to Lapland recorded delivery in late September) – Some blog stuff – Er, that’s it So a slow week for ideas and pages. But never mind, that’s the all-consuming beast that is Christmas for you. When I haven’t been buying and wrapping fir cones I’ve been reading up on