Its four thirty in the morning and the drive to Winchester beckons. This (left) was last night outside the house and the picture below was inside. I left the fire to take a stroll as the weekend clock wound down, and both pictures are evidence that Autumn is finally on its way. That's okay, change will happen and it just means spring is closer at hand than it was. However, what I hope spring will bring is a new novel. It currently sits at around 50,000 words and growing, with plans to take over the Christmas break between teaching. Fingers crossed on that, it would be nice to at least get the words crunched. Unfortunately time is a real burden at the moment, there just doesn't seem to be any - but that's okay, I guess it was ever thus, it just seems to get harder. I think I might set up one of those stand at a desk work station in front of the fire - though could I bear the distraction. But its the time of year for a good ghost story and that is something else I am trying to write - harder than it seems (and Dickens did it so well in the past) - but on that subject, I just bought this album by the wonderful Kate Rusby,
When all the world it sleeps and the moon plays host,
When all the world it sleeps, then I see your ghost...
I shall leave this post on that note - the road beckons and the drive has to be made. Happy Monday, not many left in this year, though enough to keep it alive.
