NaNoWriMo. I thought that it might kickstart me into writing another novel (I know, I know, I'm a sucker for punishment). But so far it’s just making me miserable. I’m not entirely sure I’m a ‘crank it out in a month’ type of writer – no, not even a first rough draft. But, hey, I've got a cover, I've got a title and there are some seriously bizarre images and scenes ratcheting round my head.
I’m still trying to track down my muse. He’s a cranky sod – gorgeous, beguiling and totally inspiring – but he doesn’t half play hard to get. I’ve got his favourite music playing; I’m burning the right kind of candles but he’s still acting coy. I caught a glimpse of him the other day and played it very cool; didn’t want to startle him into racing off in the opposite direction. And, like a beautiful wild horse, he’s starting to edge closer, every sinew quivering. But I’m not going to hurry it. If I write my word count, that’s great. If not, well, so be it.
In other news.
• I have a stinking cold and am feeling mightily sorry for myself.
• In hopes he doesn’t get it, I’m dosing up James with Fitvits Gummy Bears (multi-vit supplement that he would eat like sweets, given the chance). I think these are great actually - particularly good if you have a picky eater, to ensure they get all the micronutrients they need.
Beer Cans of Birmingham – the perfect present for that ‘difficult to please’ man in your life. Though, actually, the photographs are seriously lovely so I'd have it on my kitchen wall anyday.
• I’ve been reading a lot of deeply indifferent books (aside from Room, which blew my mind). I was hyperventilating as the little boy tried the escape plan.
• I’m pampering myself with Connock’s delicious bath oil. Massage it into the skin and then pop in the bath – even my rough old hide turned silky smooth. Hey, muse, d’you hear that?? Ah, what the heck.
• I’m wearing the deeply decadent Elle’s Spell on my fingernails. And, when I'm not feeling in a red and frisky mood, I switch to Coalest Day of the Year, which is deliciously disturbingly dark and gothic.
• I’m loving Danger Mouse’s Dark Night of the Soul. Look, what's not to like about an album that includes guest slots by David Lynch, Suzanne Vega and Iggy Pop? Favourite track so far is Angel's Harp (a right old growler).
The Dead Beat by Cody James (my favourite deep dark indie author).
• I’m bemused (but can’t deny I’m chuffed) that Samael has suddenly shot up the charts on Authonomy.