passing a bit of glass
OK I didn’t actually blog last night. I’ve gone a bit manic with writing this book. Last Friday I did more than 11000 words in a day. Didn’t leave the room till midnight apart from getting some cereal in the morning. But that’s when I was excited by it, certain I was writing new things about love, in prose that was more electric than Hunter S Thompson’s. But then I stopped for the weekend so I could taste the pleasures of Dad Work - repeated 6 30 starts, having all three kids around me, simply refusing to speak logically or one at a time - and now I’ve returned to the book, I seem to be saying old things about love, in prose that’s electric as Marian Keyes’s. So now I’m asking you to write my book for me. I want you to describe what you consider the most common mistake is in your relationship, giving an anecdotal example, and then maybe you could also suggest how you might cope with this. Anyway, I shall await your responses with excitement. In the meantime, I have to finish writing a big set piece sex scene, that occurs in a Festival. I’m also after Festival stories. Have a good day. Andrew x
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