WIP

New draft, nearly there... I've gone into some sort of zone where the only thing I watch is Mad Men and the only things I read are old detective novels and the NYT. This is fairly normal behaviour for creative types; when Irvine Welsh was writing Trainspotting all he watched was Star Wars, over and over, although drugs may have been involved. And David Lynch eats the same thing for lunch every day - broccoli and a tuna sandwich, a quirk which drove Isabella Rosselini from his life. Good company, happy thoughts. Repetition is the mother of invention. When I was writing The Church of John Coltrane I only listened to Coltrane, of course - which drove the neighbours nuts. The soundtrack for the new thing is Sly and the Family Stone, Sticky Fingers... but hey, that's a whole other blog entry.