On Tuesday I gave up. I’ve been trying to work out what the Macroverse was like for weeks, and after the trip to the North last week to see Ela, Tina and Kelvin, and with a crick in my neck from sleeping in the car one night, I finally settled down on Tuesday to write the opening.
After half an hour or so I gave up. I just gave up the whole thing. What I was writing was utter rubbish, I had no faith in it any more, I had come to the end of my rope, I was going to go back into computing. I started searching the Internet for jobs.
Then Chris phoned. ‘How are you?’ she asked. I told her. ‘You can’t do that,’ she said. We discussed it. ‘I heard one author on a podcast saying he wrote 15 thousand words a day, wrote a short novel in a week. I can’t do that.’ ‘But you’re comparing yourself with others. Don’t do it. Just do what you do. Be yourself.’
Once again the woman has talked me round. I started again. By the end of the morning I had a new opening: “They’re giving universies away at the University.” On Thursday a few of us went to the Cottage in Earlsdon and Chris, Pam and I had a little humming jam session. It was really fun, liberating, uplifting. Now it’s Saturday and I have 1040 words of chapter 1, and still going. I’m starting a page with Macroversian words.
I’ve also re-written the front page after getting several comments from bewildered readers saying ‘What is this???’. It’s now the blurb for the book.
Ela’s gone to Poland, Tina’s gone to Turkey, Kelvin’s slogging himself on his Master’s, and writing goes on. Thank God.






