After all this time in Brighton, I have at last started paying proper attention to my novel writing again. Yesterday and today I have been goung through the old stuff and revising it the way I want - without getting stuck. In my previous few attempts I have got stuck very quickly.
This time through I am cutting out as much of the back-story and explanations as possible. As I am going to publish myself anyway, it doesn't matter how short it is if that's the lengt the story has to be. And over-explaining - often a fault of mine - can have the effect of distancing the reader from the action.
So - satisfying work today. Except that it makes me long to roll a joint. Before I decided to give up dope, I would practically chain smoke while writing - which may explain why I have had to do so much re-writing later 
. In fact I treated reefers almost like ordinary cigarettes - but I have never smoked one of those in my life.
Anyway, the only way so far I have found to resist this temptation is satisfy my oral cravings by eating all the time. But at least I have now broadened my lust beyond Tom and Jerry ice cream. Perhaps the pregnancy phase is almost over.
