I've Gone Again...

Yes, I've gone quiet again. I’m suffering one of my occasional periods when I begin to feel utterly fed up. Even thongs bring me no joy of days like this. It’s not helped by being a rainy day here in Bangor. My email inbox was full of nothing but SPAM. The government is messing around with education again. Little Britain hits the US (talentless ****s). Yves Saint Laurent in hospital. Somebody wants to kill a sacred cow. And some idiot has complained about the Tintin books and wants them banned from our shops.

Also adding to my generally under-the-clouds/down-in-the-dumps feeling is one of absolute inadequacy in that I’ve spent two days writing a test 3000 words of a new novel idea. It’s written in the third person, will need plenty of historical research, and will have multiple viewpoints. Is it good? It could well be. Ambitious? For me, it is. Will it succeed? Probably not. But writing something different, exercised a different part of my brain. It makes me feel better but still not enough to cheered me up.

If only it wasn't so dark...