I collect things that have cats and books/writing related objects on them, and this is my writers block mug. I got it at the cat protection society op shop and feel it is very appropriate for my mood today. Which is an avoidance of writing but also my second voice telling me you better get your ass in gear and actually write, and the fact I am so tired that I am also using that as an excuse not to write.

Bad me. I have 40 000 words on The Memory of Blood and counting. If I actually write some more. You know that bit where you are kind of stuck and if you don’t sort out this point then you’ll be screwed for the rest of the novel? I tend to write my first part really quickly and get bogged down in the middle. I hate writing middles. If only novels were beginnings and endings.

Anyway I am trying to sort out the bit of Dracula where Lucy is attacked and Mrs Westenra dies. And then what happens after that. If anyone is a Dracula expert out there I would appreciate knowing how Jonathan Harker and co manage to get so quickly to places when he lives in EXETER, which is nowhere near London? Basically I am using this lack of knowledge as an excuse not to write, which is a rubbish excuse. This whole post is just a sample of the debates that my brain goes through in order to novelize.

I think I need more tea.

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