The weekend is here ...

It's Friday - Working on edit.
Dilemma ... the ending needs total reversal. Hollywood ending may be best after all. Lots of discussion on validity of souls / FLAG/ Messenger. Why is it that being so close to the story sometimes doesn't let you see the wood for the trees?

What the hell happened to Monday?

A morning discussing the synopsis with Rita was time well spent. Now, if only I can find someone who writes the sort of storyline that I do then I'm in business trying to find a good agent and publisher. Trouble is I think I am the only one with my sense of 'other worldliness'. I seem to see the 'what if' factor in everything I do. Mind you, I don't do much nowadays other than write. Must get back to the gym.

Well, it's been a beautiful day- the sun has been kind and Millie is back in the land of the living, thank God (or whatever force makes the sun shine).

Tried to vote for the amazing young diver, Tom Daley, but the Sun (not that sun) site wanted me to take a free trial of something called High Beam before it would let me vote - what sort of sharp practise is that? I feel a letter coming on. Actually a letter has come - and gone. I sent a missive to the Herald advertising my displeasure at this shoddy sales pitch.

Now, this next bit is important as it will figure in the future of everything, believe me:
The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweighed the dangers, which are cited to justify it.
President John F. Kennedy
Address to Newspaper Publishers
April 27, 1961

What's that throbbing?

Well, it's a bright day - wish now I hadn't sold my yellow Harley last year. It'd be great to cruise around Dartmoor in the sunshine. Trees and shrubs appearing on the tors like huge cardboard cut-outs against a blue sky. Coming out of a dark tunnel of overhanging branches into sharp sunlight. Sheep skitishly running from the middle of narrow roads, others dithering, debating whether to go left or right and, at the last minute, standing still. Brown and white pot-bellied ponies lifting their heads as I pass saying, 'Blimey, I haven't seen a Harley that colour for a while. Let's put the shits up the rider,' as they stroll four abreast into the road and turn their tails to me. Crows the size of grave stones crashing into each other six inches above the tarmac as they tug at the innards of a dead cat. Actually, now I think about it ... maybe not.

Get editing lad ... get editing!

What a day!

Sarah's 40 and Millie's hospitalised. Frightening day for all concerned. It is to be hoped that Millie will now get the medical treatment she should have been granted before this happened.

Editing is slow, but it's happening. Trouble with the military - they are unable to assist with certain aspects of weaponry and vehicles due to security. Air Force One plans which US Air Force said were Classified - I found on childrens' Q&A site! Now, providing the US doesn't invade Iran before it's published I should still be writing fiction.

The local case has been submitted. The turning point was the exemption ref Article 8 of the HRA - it works both ways. Let's see them wriggle out of this one!

Right, back to the world of dreams.

EEK!