Welcome to day eight of the most fabulous show on earth. Erm, yes. I’ll split this into three sections, which, seeing as it’s gone 7pm isn’t good – you’ll see why later.
The boiler blew up last week and we’ve had scant hot water. Consequently, I’m beginning to look like a bit player in a Dickens adaptation, and certainly feel like one.
Went to bed late so got up late. Getting up late isn’t good and it’s lucky I’m self-employed. Not so lucky that the work I was expecting hasn’t arrived yet. Yea! thought I. I can write.
Haven’t written a jot … yet.
It’s a pity I can’t find a niche market for frittering as I seem to excel at it, and I’m also rather good at net research. The proof of the pudding being finding out that my Great-Grandfather would have been 157 this year! It’s a bit of a story so I’ll keep it short:
I accessed an email account I’d almost forgotten about and found a link to a website called Genes Reunited which I’d joined a few years back to try and discover my family tree. It offered me free access to the 1911 census. Now free is good, because census access can be expensive. I clicked the link (first checking it was legitimate and not spam for a ‘ penis enlargement’ scam) and arrived at the logon page. Luckily, I use a password program – otherwise that’s where this tale would have ended – and it logged me in. Colour me embarrassed but there was an email from a chap I’d last corresponded with four years ago. To cut a long thing short: the 1911 census gave me all the information I hadn’t been able to find out before. Seeing where my long dead relatives used to live and who lived with them in the house in 1911 was amazing! And, I remembered my Great-Grandfather was an author of children’s books!
I trundled over to Google, typed in his name and arrived at Project Gutenburg where to my amazement I found they had transcribed one of his books into .mobi and .epub: The Hero of Garside School. It was quite an emotional moment. 😉 Maybe I write because it’s somewhere in my DNA? My Grandmother was a journalist, too.
After lunch – because a sensible fritterer always has cheese on toast – I tried loglines again (see yesterday’s post). As a pantser – one who writes on the fly rather than having a plot to follow – I don’t think they’re going to be that useful for me. When I finish the first draft I’ll try loglining again. At that point I think they’ll help me to refine the story.
NaNo day 8
As it’s now nearly 8pm I’ve got to get my skates on and start writing. No point in spanking myself (a la John Cleese in Fawlty Towers) and no point in wailing as I rip out my hair. No, I’ll just toodle off and write.