Apparently, it’s been alleged that I will be making regular visits here to keep the world updated on the progress with the novel. I do remember agreeing to this, albeit vaguely. I also remember, with equal vagueness, telling myself that I would at least make the effort. After all, it would just be a few minutes, bim-bam-bong, of ‘you’ll never guess what happened to me yesterday’ type of thing and there you go.
But it’s not that simple.
Clearly, blogging and yours truly are uneasy bedfellers. I don’t know why. I think I know why, but I’m not sure. I think the main reason is that I don’t want to come on here and throw a few words around willy-nilly without thought. I just can’t do that knowing that someone out there, who I’ve never met perhaps, might read them. Bit disrespectful. On the other hand, if I take great care in what I say, and try to say something worth saying, then I’d rather invest the angst into writing the book.
You understand, don’t you?
So, I’m going to split the difference and throw a few words around willy-nilly but also put a little thought into it.
Oh, I started the book by the way – just a few words. Here they are.
Now, looking at this photograph again has given me the idea for something I could share with you, but I’ll leave it until next time. Or some time.