The Long and Winding Road

I'm back from my trip to the family cottage. It was a long, dark ride through the perilous night back and I'm about to collapse from exhaustion if not a crippling case of car butt, so you'll forgive me if I'm brief. I have a warm, inviting bed calling out to me. This was the latest I've ever made the trip up and there's a very good reason why - it gets damn cold this time of year. I spent last night trying to figure out if the chimney had been cleaned recently. And then deciding I didn't really car if I did set the place on fire, I'd appreciate the warmth.

Anyhow, it's good to be back in a place that has central heating. I did manage to get some writing done over the weekend but I had to do it all longhand in a notebook. Right now, I'm too tired to transcribe it all. I'm not even sure I should bother, though. It's such a mess at the moment. I'm something like 60k in and I'm not even through the first chapter. And there's a huge hole at the center of it that I've been trying to hammer out for a solid week now. Sitting in my inbox waiting for me to get home was the weekly pep talk. It's all about a writer's fatigue. And I'm definitely feeling it right now.

Although...driving home I had an idea about what to do with my novel. A rather extreme idea. But I'm going to sleep on it. For now.