It seems there was a new awakening of creativity in this
post-page1000 time. Story and characters, not mired self-analysis.
On Saturday 14th July 2007, I started to write a book about an island man, by writing ten pages a day. I did it for about a year and a half, more or less. This year, 2012, starting on Saturday July 14th, I'm going to scan all these pages in day by day and post them on this blog, for what it's worth.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Thursday, 25 October 2012
Thursday 25th October 2007 (pp??)
There isn't a date header for this day. I can only assume I just forgot to put it in. There is so much in yesterday's post, some of it must have been from today. Maybe you can spot the date change?
Wednesday 24th October 2007 (pp993-1012)
I wrote and left page 1000 free because the Icelandic girl wanted to do something on it. As she was doing it I wrote on scrap pieces of paper, which are stapled in a bit later. That evening James and Laura made butternut squash soup, a big sweet orange blender full of it. I told them I had reached 1000 pages and showed them the celebration illustration when it was finished. All the animals come to the fertile Technicolor world of page 1000. They hang out, sip water, dance in the sky.
Look at that burst of colour! Like a bag of sweets.
Tuesday 23rd October 2007 (pp984-992)
Letter continues. It's an honest attempt to explain myself but I think I probably made it easier to read, wordwise, especially seeing as the recipient's first language is not English, though the handwriting is fairly neat, which should please you too, dear reader.
Monday 22nd October 2007 (pp980-983)
Not much done today. Though I start a letter to my girlfriend, to explain the book and why it's taking all my time. You can see my handwriting get neater so she can read it.
Monday, 22 October 2012
Sunday 21st October 2007 (pp973-81)
We woke up on someone's floor eager to get home. The coach journey was fairly unpleasant. There was something to do with a toilet that leaked over people. We tried to get our money back unsuccessfully. And then there were bus replacements between London and Brighton, typical Sunday travel. Me and John shared this series of buses. I wrote some. I felt rude and apologised. And then we got off the bus.
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