Ah, Phil.

The Tao of Tom gave mention to Phillip Pullman today, and although I'd read the link before, it got me thinking about the novel, and my boredom with it and I'm wondering now what to do. I'm at a stage with it that it's half done, so it's too late to scrap it, and I still have passion for the story, I still get excited when I tell it, but there's just all these little scenes I still have to write to fill the gaps between the scenes I have written. And i can't be assed most of the time. It's taken me months to edit a tenth of what I have already. I'm hoping the urge to write will come back to me soon. Maybe once it's cold again, and my brain is working. Who knows though.

I've decided not to bother writing about BLACK KEYS because I'm not still reeling from it, so it can't have been that good. I dunno, it's hard to tell now, I think I've been spoiled. Too many gigs this past year. The real test will be Gomez. Will it still take me a week to get back to normal afterwards?