Week 45 - Temperature's Rising...

There it has sat. A brooding presence; sleeping for now, but easily woken. Its yellow mass, while seemingly benign, concealing passions, betrayals and deeds most foul...

As you should be able to tell from that florid paragraph, I am now seven days into my ten-day “lay-aside” period. I think I must be suffering withdrawal symptoms from writing every day. I cough and extended metaphors spring forth unbidden.

I need to get out more.

It’s funny though how habit has trained my mind in a daily writing mode. Of course that can be nothing but a good thing - normally - but for the last week my world has been one long twitching cold turkey.

Seven weeks remain. Just seven out of 52. It’s all starting to get a little tense. But I have resisted the temptation to take a peek at that manuscript because I know how important those final seven weeks will be.

Come Monday morning, I will be sitting here with red pen in hand as I prepare to make changes for the final draft.

The clock is ticking. Its morbid chime resonating like the footsteps of death that walk the mist shrouded alleyways of my mind...

I definitely need to get out more.