Fated

Three times this year I have tracked down an affordable copy of a book by Jack Trevor Story that I do not own. And for the third time this year I have just given up on seeing it delivered. Who or what is out there making sure that I never get to see this book? Very strange.

Head still down

Still beavering away. I now have another of my books done. This one is nearly ready to send to the publisher (I just have a few bits to tweak to bring it in line with the house style). That leaves the other museum book to do and then back to the very rough draft of the Druid book to kick it into shape.

It's all very humdrum, which is mostly what writing is about. Yes, there is a huge thrill in taking words and getting the clearest meaning out of them by combining them in certain ways. But all the rest is like any other job. Except you generally do it for ten hours a day. Seven days a week. Knowing it is unlikely to get you even close to the wrong side of the poverty line.

But I don't care, because I love writing.