And no, before you ask I'm not writing about what I've doing nor am I attempting to mark what I've not been doing.
Although, marking work that was only supposed to be done would be a hell of a lot easier than marking work which has actually been done.
No, what I mean is:
I've been busy writing.
A Thousand Words a day since the first day of the hols, that's almost Ten Thousand done so far. (And yeah, ok, so that's not quite a thousand words a day but, you know, things happen. I ran out of coffee one day, my Magic Dressing Gown was being washed another day. These things are outside of my control.)
So, been writing. And it's going ok. It's all ticking along quite nicely. In fact, right now I'm just writing up the key murder, well, the "detective arrives at the murder scene" bit of the key murder anyway.
Wanna see ?
"Blue flashes throbbed through the street. the houses were huddled close together; barren lawns scattered with rubbish and forgotten furniture. Collapsed trampolines and twisted plastic tables, blasted and mangled sections of barbecues.
Curtains were open. Pale faces hung silent behind dark windows."
Course, now that the end is in sight, and it is, I'm heading into the pacey final act now my mind is already turning to the editing process which lies ahead. And it's gonna be a hefty one.
I already know that massive wodges of stuff need to be rewritten. I've got scenes I need to go back and add and others that need to be rearranged.
It's coming along.
And so boss, in case you're reading this, I'll not be getting much marking done.
Got other stuff to worry about...
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