This week I’ve been doing lots of thinking. Now I know to most people it looked like I was sitting around doing nothing but I promise you I was thinking deeply!
I’ve signed up to do NaNoWriMo again this year and I have high hopes of nailing the 50,000 words this time round. I’ve got an idea that I’m trying to flesh out so most of my thinking has been about what to call my characters, what to call the town they live in, how to commit a murder, how many red herrings I need; all very important things to sort out before November arrives and I have to type those first few words.
Needless to say, some of my planning/thinking turned into daydreaming – I can wander off at the drop of a hat. I’ve mused on the weather – liking the chill but not the wind; wondered if I’m too old to wear eyeliner – never got the hang of it, think clown eyes; planning to have a major tidy after reading Marie Kondo’s book The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying – such useful, if radical, ideas; worrying about a cardigan that I’m half way through knitting – I’m not sure I like it anymore but it seems churlish to unravel. Well, you get the picture…
So if you see me staring off into the distance, I’m not daydreaming, honest. I’m plotting a murder and trying to convince myself that Cyril is a rotten name for a cheating husband.