Smoking

Hacking into the second draft. Small, global changes: when I'm finished this will really be draft 2.1. But sneakily I'm hoping it will be draft three and the second to last. This one's going like a forest fire.

A change from writing is as good as a rest which is why I can break off and write blog entries, sometimes. At least I could in the first stages when I was exploring ideas. Now the manuscript's structure has settled and I'm going deeper into it I find myself less easily distracted - I'm into the more focussed part of the process*. So I killed Twitter (still a media glory hole) and there may be fewer entries on this blog over the coming while. (Realistically, what is there to say about The Expendables?)

But just to say: there's a new Brian Eno album. Water is good for you. Space exploration is bringing us new and terrible ways to die, and John McEnroe is only becoming more cool as he gets older. Pictured: Barbara Steele. She really was like that.

* Process. Just runs like clockwork, it does.