State of the Chaz

I don't wanna write a book. I wanna go on playing house; it takes all the pressure off.

But! Having realised over the weekend that the soup is not only savable but crucial, what did I find on my shelf but The Victory Cookery Book? Authentic WW2 recipes! For soup! It's going to be so useful...

Also, a wartime brochure of standard military terms in Malay. I may have to import someone from the colonies, just to make use of it.

And now I must head off to town with the baby laptop in the bag, making-believe that I am actually going to do some work, when really I'm just thinking about a new breadbin...

Why this is not a review blog: I don't like anything much

It's easy enough to make one character smarter than the rest, that's just about comparison and degree.

What's harder is to convince an audience that the character is smarter than they are. You have to work at that.

There is a whole extra step yet - "this character is not only smarter than you, he's smarter than me who made him" - but sadly we don't even need to go that far, because Sherlock failed step two.

I wanted it to be clever; it wanted me to be stupid, so that I would think it was clever. It did keep saying how clever it was, but, y'know? That's not quite enough.

And then it set up an intellectual puzzle for the grand denouement, which we know can be solved because the villain has demonstrably solved it, and everything hangs on whether Sherlock can work it out too - and they just ducked it entirely, went for the bathetic cop-out instead and shrugged off the whole point & purpose of the story.

Bah, I say. Also, humbug.

So tired

Can't work out if I want a drink more than I want a nap, or vice versa.

I am so tired, it's ridiculous. Sooo tired. I blew bookwriting out of the water, almost as soon as I'd mentioned my intention; finessed myself with the notion of working on a synopsis instead, intermediate with bookshifting below. But, um. Not much synopsising going on, either. I can apparently not brain today.

And this boring book of monks-and-nuns cartoons? Is not worth a fortune, no. Oh Abebooks, why do you have to tell it like it is? *sighs*

You know you're in trouble, when...

...having a nap is just too much effort to be bothered with.

God, but I am just so tired. I shall administer a cup of tea, a biscuit and a chapter of Georgette Heyer. That'll perk me right up, you see if it doesn't.