Boxing Day was a nice day, busy again but still a pleasant one. Southend managed to complete consecutive unbeaten Boxing Day performances, I spent the time with family eating good food and playing games just like Christmas Day, and all in all, I was reminded just how lucky I am to get to have such positive experiences at this time of year. I feel it’s important to be thankful for such things, because that cements the memories more, and memory is the most important thing we take with us through life. Sorry, that sounds a little hippy-ish but I mean, I am a little hippy-ish and you probably already knew that. Can imaginary people know things?
Tomorrow needs to be a very quiet day I think, and I doubt I will sprint to finish HOR. There’s at least another 5,000 words in it, though it could be as few as 4,000. Lower than that and I think I’d be rushing it to move on, and well, that’s kind of pointless when I’m working on the sequel right afterwards. I suspect what I will find is I don’t like working on direct sequels, which will be a little awkward when I then work on the third part right after that, but a useful learning exercise in either case. Or, I’ll find a better flow and sense of what’s missing in the prior story this way. Not sure, but what I am sure of, is I am knackered and going to bed…
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