Someone mentioned 'writer's block' the other day, and to be frank, I struggle with the concept. I have a problem keeping ideas out, let alone trying to come up with them.
So here I am with two books fighting to get out. One dark and brooding, a book where only one of the four protagonists will survive (and whether they would want to, I'm not quite sure - I think there is an apocalypse of sorts...)
The other, a thrilling roller coaster of a story with a young teenager at the heart.
Both books are fully formed, but they need their hard cold edit. I don't know which way to turn.They are both as enticing as one another to write. I can't decide.
Luckily I have my little vintage shop to run on some of the wall-to-wall days (weekends get very busy...) and cheesecake in Clevedon can be extraordinarily seductive, as can the mystic bookshops of Glastonbury.
So I've ended up writing lyrics for a concept album by a local saxophonist, plus a tone poem about locks and canals for a documentary.
Much is being written. Writer's block? I wish!
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