Thursday 25 July

Another afternoon spent on a rocky foreshore watching the tide come in and letting an unforgiving sun burn my skin that little bit darker. Another afternoon wondering where the hell my next piece of fiction is coming from.

Nice to have that luxury, I hear you say. Maybe, but I’ve wasted enough years working for the man.

Anyway, current projects being shelved my thoughts are constantly returning to the Richard/Ruth saga and how to turn it into the novel, or series of novels, that it could have been.

There’d have to be changes. Richard’s ‘transmigration’ would need at least two extra chapters before she was let loose on the outside world as Ruth. And the conclusion to volume one would see Ruth and Kerrie travelling to Romania with a female Yvette de Monnier in an attempt to find Cathryn and Niamh. The fetishistic kuzkardesh gara stuff would have to be transferred from Yorkshire to eastern Europe.

None of which would be beyond me.

But they always say ‘never go back’, don’t they?

Tell me honestly, is this the worst idea I’ve had this year? Or is it just what I need to get the creative juices flowing again?