Sunday morning and I’m trying to clear my desk to pave the way to a week of writing and editing.
First-up this morning, I headed out with my tiny Canon Powershot camera to take a few snaps of Estate Agent’s windows. This will form part of the cover for my next book, Whisper of Death. The selected photo will work hand-in-hand with hospital photos I shot yesterday. Strange combination? Strange writer!
Back to the paperwork. I have invoices and receipts scattered over my desk, my computer and even in a couple of plastic tubs. My study looks like the dashboard of a tradesman’s van. I am amazed that I can keep stories and drafts in specifically designated places, yet when it comes to important financial retention, I seem to be like a disadvantaged with his shopping trolley. Speaking of disadvantaged, please check out my new poem: Unwanted.
Once all that is finished, I have a competition entry to complete for Writing Magazine. I stole the protagonist’s name, ‘Penelope’ from my favourite sister-in-law’s hate list. Apologies to any reader with that wonderful name! I sometimes marvel at the way we sap inspiration through the others’ misfortunes!