Prologue As a funeral, it was nothing much. Only four people were present; one of them was dead and none of the others gave a f***. And there were one or two omissions from the service. Flowers. Music. Mourners. A Priest. And, oh – a coffin. The body was badly wrapped in a polythene sheet, […]
If I can manage to write up to about a thousand words early in the morning, no matter what else I’m doing that day, I feel at least I’ve got some work done. Often I find my ideas are clearer then. It’s as if I’ve got all the imagination going through all my dreams as if it’s still there in my head. I think that’s a good writing tip to pass on. Write when you wake up.