The writing is mainly strings of metaphors extended unnecessarily.
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.
Saturday, 25 August 2012
Friday, 24 August 2012
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Thursday 23rd August 2007 (pp379-386)
And so it carries on. It must be remembered that these notebooks contain my first attempts at writing. They do not contain finished, polished pieces of writing, but rather the raw material of the mind, unrefined and often probably uninteresting in the sense of entertainment and literature, but at the same time, always interesting in a psychological sense.
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Wednesday 22nd August 2007 (pp364-378)
Look at that. 15 pages! I remember this day, some of it. I remember sitting on the sofa and thinking, I need to write like yesterday, and I had the Yeah Yeah Yeahs DVD that Nicola lent me on, and I made a great concerted effort to write as much as I could and it felt good.
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