I have a confession to make: I have been doing some serious procrastinating. As any writer knows, this isn’t a massive revelation. Every day involves at least a little bit of procrastinating… (Or it does in my world!)
I’ve been procrastinating with the next edit of my novel. You may recall I said last week I would be starting the edit on paper this week. Well I’m about to now… probably. Here’s the “before” shot:
I’ll show you the “after” when it’s done. I think I’ve subconsciously been procrastinating because the next step is to send my WIP off to a professional editor, and the thought of that TERRIFIES me. Still, I know it has to happen, so at some point I’ll man up. In the meantime, though, I’m scared.
Moving swiftly on… Yesterday I spent all day working in the library. At one point, there was a man sitting at one of the tables with a sketchbook, a tiny set of paints and the obligatory jam jar of water to wash his brush. He was very tidily painting something across the library from him. He wasn’t there very long at all.
But remember last week I told you about the man with the block of cheese? Well guess what? Yup, he was back. This time, he had a pint of semi-skimmed milk (still in its plastic bottle, straight from the supermarket) and three electrical appliances, including an electric shaver!
I think he was charging them up using the sockets by the table he was sat at (cheeky?!). He was casually sitting there for most of the afternoon, reading a book and occasionally swigging milk from the bottle. I can’t decide if this would be taking the whole “giving characters quirks” thing a bit too far, though!
You know I’m going to have to go back again next week to see if he’s back… But do all libraries have eccentric characters like this, or is it just the one in Swansea?!