Questival Qualms (52 Days)

Things are going wrong. Not wrong. Awry.

People are not getting back to me.

People who seemed enthusiastic seem to be having second thoughts. Gah!

Oh well.

I’ve spent most of this week trying to finish the novel I’ve been working on, on and off, for the past eight years, because if I can get an advance, boom! I’ll have at least three or four months travel sorted and I’ll be away. I should really have done this six months ago, of course, but meticulous preparation has never really been in my nature.

I was offered a few weeks’ work yesterday, beginning the week before I’m due to go away. It was very nearly almost tempting. I could just take down every reference to this whole silly festivals folly and pretend it had all been a dream. But of course, it isn’t a dream. Not the kind you wake up from at least. It’s the kind you’ve got to have. If you want to have a dream come true.

Later this afternoon I’m going back to London for the weekend. Tomorrow is Boring 2010, which I’m very much looking forward to. Not so much the talks on tie-arranging and milk-tasting – although I’m sure they will be fun – but the meeting of lots of people from off of the Twitter. I’m very much looking forward to that.

What else? Nothing else really. Got to get on.

Have a good weekend.

Keep hope alive.


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