Back in the day when I was still single and writing The End Of All Worlds the weather as exhibited this Easter Monday was the weather to inspire me. A bank holiday meant a bonus day to devote to writing, and a the wild and the wet, and the oppressively grey with maybe a touch of the cold, and the bleak, was just the kind of weather to inspire my writing. At the time I thought that this kind of weather inspiration was something to do with the themes in my then current novel, but no, I’ve since discovered that the bleak and the oppressing inspires me to write in general. Not that today’s weather has been lashing rain and rumbling thunder, but its still had that power over me.
Have spent the day, reading, and writing about my reading, and working through my illustrations to decide which chapter they should head…
