Just editing Claudius's Elephants for Mark - which is fine - but time consuming, requiring a lot of re-writing and some consultation with Wikipedia... fact checking it's called. I told him a couple of years ago when he was ill that I'd finish the book for him if he died, but I'm not sure I'd be able to - finding my way through his card indexes would be a nightmare.
I have written nothing on TRF for several days. This is chiefly because I have a cold - I have the superstition that if I write when I am ill it will be no good - this is because I remember writing reams of stuff when I had appalling flu in Paris in 1976... but now I come to think of it, it produced some rather good work. There's a lightheadedness about illness that frees one's imagination - regrettably it probably also dilutes one's critical faculties. I enjoyed an episode of East Enders on Sunday when I was feeling really grim. Perhaps I should plunge in, cold or no cold - so maybe tomorrow - after the Ocado delivery of course, I will have a really big writing day. (I have to write an estimate and nice letter to an archaeology client of course, first). Or do I mean a big re-writing day? I think I have to tackle the whole university experience differently - perhaps get the feminist flat-share that I planned for 17 Years into this, lose the commune? Actually, the cold must have largely disappeared - now I am planning things again!
I have written nothing on TRF for several days. This is chiefly because I have a cold - I have the superstition that if I write when I am ill it will be no good - this is because I remember writing reams of stuff when I had appalling flu in Paris in 1976... but now I come to think of it, it produced some rather good work. There's a lightheadedness about illness that frees one's imagination - regrettably it probably also dilutes one's critical faculties. I enjoyed an episode of East Enders on Sunday when I was feeling really grim. Perhaps I should plunge in, cold or no cold - so maybe tomorrow - after the Ocado delivery of course, I will have a really big writing day. (I have to write an estimate and nice letter to an archaeology client of course, first). Or do I mean a big re-writing day? I think I have to tackle the whole university experience differently - perhaps get the feminist flat-share that I planned for 17 Years into this, lose the commune? Actually, the cold must have largely disappeared - now I am planning things again!
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