I do enjoy this time of year when the days are getting longer, the world is getting greener and we have three bank holidays in quick succession. This weekend is another three-dayer, so next week will be the third four-day week in the last month.

So, with plenty of time to sit and think about things, I got stuck into the book writing again this afternoon and put down another 4,500ish, taking the total up to a rather satisfying 65,100 words. I don’t forsee any problems getting to my 70,000 word target by the third week in May. Perhaps I should up it by another 10,000.

Things are starting to get slightly more complicated now, though, with bits of the story relying on things I realise I’ve not quite fully explained elsewhere, so there’s a great temptation to wander off and fix them rather than just ploughing on. I’m sticking with my original philosophy, though, that it’s best to steam on to the end then fix things in the first edit in the hope it’ll keep me motivated.

I have rather neglected it this last week. I don’t know where the time has gone. Perhaps it was the lousy travelling, but I barely seem to have spent any time at home. Last night felt like the first night off in days, so unwound after a fairly humdrum day in front of Die Another Day. Second time I’ve seen it, and although they’ve obviously done some work on the DVD version to patch up that dodgy Icelandic surfing scene it still really shouldn’t be there. Was glad to see that the inlay sleeve is reversable, though, with the back matching the rest of the DVD special edition collection. Was fairly narked that it was sore thumbish until I found that.

Actually, I say humdrum, but I did win a printer-cum-scanner multi-function thing, and have been put down for meetings in Venice week after next so I guess it did have some excitement.

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