Ye gods, but editing The Gifting is one hell of a slog. Probably because there's 125,000 words of it rather than my usual 70,000. I have literally spent all day glued to my computer, though I did have a break for lunch. Pasta and fish, if you're asking. Wheat-free pasta too - it's marvellous. Oh, and I did fetch the post from downstairs too, but none of it was for me. Bugger.
Anyway, I am adding in a second voice to the novel (I am making it longer, dammit - what joy!) as I think it gives it context. And I do so love that essential Greek chorus effect. Ho hum. And I am giving Simon some more witty lines. I think he's enjoying them. It's his ultimate defence against the dark, you know. And, yes, these things were mentioned in the TLC (spit! sorry, that just came out - couldn't help myself ...) report amidst the condescension and negativity, so at least I am gleaning something from the wreckage. However, the more I go through and edit the darn thing, the more I think the report writer just didn't "get" it. Yeah, yeah, the ultimate writer's defence (God, but I need some of Simon's witty lines myself) and blah blah we've heard it all before, but I think there's a grain of truth in my general hissy-fitness. But, hell, what do I know? Maybe it is just shite.
Other news of today: Pirbright now seems to be the centre of Legionnaire's Disease, as well as the heart of Foot & Mouth - so Lord H has taken to using another route for work. Just in case. If I were you, I wouldn't come to Surrey for a while. If you were planning to. We're obviously in the middle of some national quarantine zone. I expect to be given a funny suit and a ration pack any day now.
Tonight, I am carrying on with Simon's witty repartee in the midst of disaster and death (how like the home life of our own dear Queen) and watching the odd comedy on TV. Whilst doing the ironing. My, how I love to multi-task.
Today's nice things:
2. Thinking maybe that TLC might (just might, mind you ...) be wrong