~ Still perusing ideas for You Were My Betty, I think that Charlotte’s dissertation might have been about aspergers and the autism scale. I will never know but it strikes me as likely that, like so many other artists and scientists, whatever it is in my brain that causes my epilepsy and my aspergers might also generate my creativity. I like the idea that someone might be writing a dissertation about this.

~ However I have a task in hand, and that is to finish writing Mr Tumnal. Pleasingly, I have written a good scene this evening of two or more pages of Louis and Kathryn. They are in their, escaped from the clutches of Miss Leroy but haven’t resolved the situation that has engulfed them stage. I like where my brain is taking the story at the moment, and it is good to be writing again.

~ I have a fear that I may have lost the ability to draw. I know this sounds crazy but I used be so good at it. Okay, I wasn’t exceptional, but I used to be able to sit down and draw. Of late I have been picturing in my mind exactly what it is my drawing is going to be like, but when I actually sit down with pen and paper in hand it just goes to pot, and I just can’t do it. It may just be that I want to try and do something like woodcuts (or possibly even, once I’ve got my Adana printing presses fixed up, actual woodcuts), but its just not working for me. It’s very frustrating. Upsetting even…