the writing life

Nowt on Thursday, probably because I'd spent from 3:15 to 5:15 the previous night wide awake, and while this didn't seem to make me particularly sleepy the next day, it did little for my creativity in the evening. However, on Friday evening I got the story up to 20,300 words before phoning predatrix and nattering to her for an hour. She now has a landline, making it feasible to natter for an hour without incurring a large phone bill. :-) I have reminded her that she *liked* the Moffat take on Sherlock Holmes, if she wants some inspiration to start writing again now that she has some privacy.

I seem to have done very little of anything today, but have nevertheless managed to get the total wordcount to 20,739, and the boys are about to take advantage of the large double bed they are standing next to. I think this counts as having finally reached sex scene. That will be it for today, as I need to go downstairs and do something about dinner, and after that will be watching Raffles with kalypso_v. Slashy seventies subtext for the win!