... This morning I spent a couple of hours in the Stannary up at the University. It was crowded but I found myself a table tucked away in the corner close to a plug point, loaded up and started writing - well editing really. I worked on 'Long Journey Home' and for those two hours the story flowed sweet and strong. I cut and edited like you wouldn't believe and it felt so damn good.
Tonight I switched targets and tried to do the same with the 'Lady Penrhyn,' only it wasn't the same - so the approach didn't work and yet it worked perfectly. It made my decision easy and now I'm going to write the story I came to Falmouth to write in the first place. It's there, I can feel it talking to me, hear it whispering into my ear 'Write me... write me...'
How can anyone resist a request like that?
Chris (Oz)
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