Normally in November I would be shut away in one of the bedrooms, hammering away at a keyboard to try to keep up with Nanowrimo, but this year I have decided to be a Nano rebel. Instead of writing a novel I am editing one and I’ll make a start on my Nanowrimo attempt when that’s done.
The log baskets are full, there’s a casserole in the oven, the pup is asleep on the hearth rug and the cat is dozing on top of the fire. Yes, on top of it.
She feels safe up there. Wilf can’t reach her.
I have tea, a box of fudge, and my laptop and I’m snip snip snipping odd words here and there.
It’s odd to see how my word use changed during the 18 months it took me to write the novel. I’m taking out far less half way in, than I was at the beginning. I think as I got into my stride with it I grew to trust myself a bit more and didn’t feel the need to repeat things incase I hadn’t made myself sufficiently clear the first time.
Soon I’ll have to add a couple of extra scenes and for that I’ll need to shut myself away but for now I’m warm and comfortable and the job is sort of fun.
What’s your favourite winter place?