So my method yesterday sort of worked. Not really, of course, and I wrote a dismal amount while still at work, but the fact is that I actually did write last night and effectively translated the first draft of Chapter Seven from absolute bullshit into something that might resemble a story.
I’ve been reading quite a lot this week so far, and although some of it is directly related to what I’m working on, I haven’t been able to gain much from it—it feels too close to the subject matter (more like exactly the same subject matter), and my best inspiration has always been that which I can get from a distance. It’s like people – I could never directly write someone’s personality into the book, untrimmed and unchanged from real life, because it would feel like the most inartistic expression I could muster up. Borderline sacrilege to the idea of art, in fact.
Anyway, we’ve got about twenty minutes left here, sitting and doing absolutely nothing, so I’m going to use that to upload whatever I’ve written and get on with translating this chapter.
Not much else to say at present. I’m due out for another run this afternoon, and it’s already freezing, so I’ll have to work out how to cope along the way.