My writing is really flowing together and I’m getting back into the heads of Helen and Ben and Gerður. Where I’m slipping up is with what happens exactly where…? I was on fire writing this fantastic scene with Helen and her party taking refuge in one of the mountain huts up in the highlands and it’s intercut with Ben back home in his Oxfordshire home working on his climate and tourism project whilst packing for his flight out to join his sister. The trouble is the former scene was a rewriting of my earlier draft now that I know what it is that Helen is doing up in the Icelandic highlands. This then is juxtaposed with Ben, tired, packed and as far on with his computer modelling as he can today shuts down the laptop. It dies away in the corner and he goes to bed…

Great so far. Just that it then goes into a scene where Helen is cold, shivering and alone in the wilds of Iceland – not as she was, warm and cozy in a hut with company. The importance of her this scene is that her increasing delirium blends with Ben’s dream/nightmare of his sister’s imiment loss. So what I’m going to have to do is put down my pen at my desk downstairs and come upstairs to my computer here, open up Draft 1 and edit what I’ve done so far on the computer before returning to the pen and ink. The scenes of Helen getting to and in the moutain hut are going to have to be shifted earlier in time to form the basis of Chapter Two where I tell the story largely from Helen’s point of view once she’s telling the story of her adventures to her brother and cousin.