Workblog for the week: Solid.

So, for the first time in awhile, I’m more or less edging back onto my schedule, and have been working on my novel all week. Which, let me say, makes me ridiculously happy, even if progress is slow.

Sometimes writer’s block is something you need to edge out of your way bit by bit, rather than shatter in a single blow.

Also, on the topic of what I’ve been writing all week: drunk foxes are excellent to write about, giant airships are tricky to get onto the ground, and marching in square formations as in a drill parade is the nation-state equivalent of showing off your knife in a dingy Australian bar. (This is a knoife.)

 

By foozzzball

Malcolm Cross, otherwise known as 'foozzzball', lives in London and enjoys the personal space and privacy that the city is known for. When not misdirecting tourists to nonexistant landmarks and lurking at bus stops, Malcolm enjoys writing science fiction and fantasy with a furry twist.

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