Sometimes, the more you know, the less sense everything seems to make. My blogging, quasi-journalistic life is very much like that at the moment. I’m trying to get to the bottom of something that has been niggling me for some time — a story that just won’t go away or leave me alone. I’m talking to some very helpful and interesting people (unfortunately, I can’t give details), spotting incon-sistencies that I’d missed before and struggling to make sense of something that probably isn’t deserving of so much attention. But it’s fun! I’m learning skills as a writer that I never thought I’d need and realising that there are many, many factual (!) subjects that I can write about — and do it well. There are frustrations, but I’m getting a definite feel for it.
Something of a surprise.
My real writing life, however, is finally falling back into place (touch wood!) I think I’ve finally found the project — the novel — I want to work on next. I’m outlining the first chapter and… and that’s all I’m going to say about it for now, other than to add that its working title is The Dummy.
I know — I’m being uncharacteristically reticent, if not downright secretive. As far as my novel is concerned, however, I’m sure this won’t last! But for the time being, I need to remain “tight-lipped”. I’ve had too many aborted beginnings just recently and I don’t want to do anything to risk another one going tits up.
I will tell you more about The Dummy as soon as I consider it “safe” to do so!
