I keep opening Bloglines and feeling disappointed that my post isn’t live yet. Then I realise that it’s because I haven’t posted. On the way back from Berlin, driving through steady rain while my family slept or gently bickered with each other, a brand-new narrator with a voice all of her own, popped into my head. She arrived, fully formed, and ready to rock the story.
Today, I sat down and wrote a rollicking new first chapter, with this new narrator pulling all the pieces together like a very clever seamstress. I’m quite in love with her. If I wasn’t me, I’d want to be her.
So where I am at the moment is neither Crete nor Berlin. I’m in the cellar, in my office, at my laptop, writing like a dervish. And having fun. See you when I next emerge!