The art in question is my own work in progress. I know. Listen to me. Deluded much? That would be a hell yeah, but let's go with it. I am halfway through the first draft of Carry the Beautiful 2. That's not its real name. I have a overly long shortlist containing a secretly preferred title, but decisions like that are months away. For now, let's call it CTB2, or Tilda Returns, or CTB: This Time it's Personal.
Struggling to find the words. |
If you want a refresher, or to find out what happens before all this, find out here. |
I'll be honest, it sounds quite depressing when I write it out like that. Note to self: Make the blurb more upbeat! In reality, there's loads of humour that has seeped in. I like writing darker themes through the perky delusion of character dialogue. It means the reader has to do a bit of work, and make sense of hints that creep up on them, not have it explained every step of the way. And it's no great plot spoiler to say that one of the ways of combating their isolation is for the characters to connect with each other. They do this in a variety of ways, but by the end, their search for fulfilment involves moving away from being lonely, to making connections with each other and the world beyond. It's not rocket science to suggest that's how they solve their predicaments.
Loving a bit of me time |
But over the last three weekends, things have suddenly got a lot busier. A boozy night with friendly strangers on my writing course, a house party for a friend's 50th the week later, and then last weekend there was a dinner party and Fleabag.
The tastiest pie ever, and all for me. |
I came home, knackered but replenished. Talking to like-minded people is good for the soul. I should do it more. I need to do it more. But for now, I've partied hard all weekend and it's time for to get my writing head down again. I am desperate to get to the end of this rough draft, so I can go back to the beginning and start making it better. That means, hard work for another couple of months, and then Christmas off. If you see me over the December period, I will talk with you for hours, put the world to rights, and bleed you dry as I fill up on enough social interaction to see me through till Easter. Thank you in advance for your energy.
Have a lovely week, folks.
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