Tuesday (again). Why again? No, not because I’m experienced some curious variant of groundhog day, but because Tuesday’s mean swimming. And swimming means good ideas for novels. I wish I could understand exactly how it works, but I always get ideas for how my story should go next, whilst doing the lengths of the pool.
Tonight, I solved, a potential stumbling block, of how I was going to move the action on from the sciency-techy scene I wrote last night. I now know. In fact I know so well, that I had to pull my notebook and pen out from my bag on my way out the leisure centre and perch at one of those round cafe tables by the etched-glass window things and the TVs on silent, and write it all down.