I made a useful discovery last week, useful to me, maybe to others. I had just finished draft 16 of my WIP and loaded chapter one to start draft 17. I couldn’t face it. I kept asking myself how many more of these things will it take? Jeffery Archer does 18 handwritten drafts of each book. Ten drafts ago I had been thinking along similar lines, although I’m working on a laptop. I left it for the night and the following day reduced the workload to a paragraph. It’s so much better, the writing has become more fluid and I’m finding questions that need to be answered. The thing is, that’s how I used to write before I decided to be a writer. I’m still working on that first chapter, and still doubtful that the book will sell, but my characters are speaking to me again, so who knows, maybe in six months I’ll be able to volunteer at my job and write full time.
This is a selection of photographs I’ve taken over the last couple of years. I put them on Fine Art America, and decided to compile them into this free PDF, while I try to figure out the future of this blog. The +1 is a photo I took in at Lough Key, in the north west of Ireland a few years ago, while visiting family. Enjoy.
This is our Kerry Beagle, Glasha, named for Sergi Dovlatov’s dog. She’s almost two, full of energy, and almost always wants to play.
Today in Dublin city centre.
l took this today while passing Fingal County Council, near Blanchardstown, Dublin.
I wonder how that boot ended up in the grass by the side of the road, and where is its mate?
It’s a rainy afternoon here in Dublin, so here’s a picture to counteract that.
It almost never happens, but a poem, of sorts, just arrived fully formed in my head.
It’s a true story. It happened in a bar in Prague almost thirty years ago.
Here it is:
A skinhead with a swastika tattoo
Apologized for his rude hippy friend
Complaining about foreigners coming
Into his country and taking the jobs
That nobody else wants to do – boo hoo!