the good thing about experiencing a creative drought, is that eventually a dam bursts somewhere and life returns to the desert.

today is that day.

i think i've finally got a handle on the end of my novel. the pacing, and events and reasons have finally formed in my mind. i've known for a while what should happen, but been unsure how exactly to travel to the destination. tonight, in the laundrette of all places, i was trying to write stuff, and i realised that i hadn't actually just sat and listened to the characters in a while. so i did, and they seemed to know far better than i what they should be doing and where they should be going.

it's been so long since i've been productive on it, i'd started to worry that i wouldn't be able to get a handle on the characters & themes again, but it seems to be alright. shame it needs a big rewrite before it's remotely good :) oh well, i can write the victorian-ghost story while it matures beneath my bed.

congrats on the car miss noodle.

thanks for the support mr sigerson, and stop working so f**king hard!

and finally, tori amos ROCKS! i got my "to venus and back" cd back from mel, and i've put it on for the first time in ages..........

little things, i think, eventually there'll be enough of them to push out the big things. or at least take them in a fight!