Monday 9 March 2015


Oh dear. I appear to have reached that terrible moment that I reach in almost everything I write - the moment when another story starts to intrude on my imagination, tempting me with its simplicity and its lack of baggage, promising me that I can do whatever I want...

It’s a problem. I don’t want to be thinking about another story, particularly one in another genre, and certainly not now, when I still have a lot to do on my current book… but even as I push those thoughts and ideas away, I worry. I worry that if I don’t explore them now, when seem to burn so bright, that they’ll somehow fade; that when I do return to them, I’ll find them diminished.

Why can’t I have my ideas in a more orderly fashion, one at a time? Writing would be so much simpler if I could.