Oh, the suspense:
Aug. 21st, 2011 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceEngland are halfway through the Indians; ten wickets down, ten more to go.
I'm nearly halfway through this novel: 453 words to the contractual mid-point.
I should get there tonight. The way India are batting (finally!), they may keep England out till close of play: which would leave just one more day for England to engineer a collapse and hit off any deficit of runs. I no longer really believe in that scenario.
I on the other hand have to keep this up for weeks yet, and my morale is flagging already. I no longer really believe in this scenario either. It is a turgid mess of a misery of a novel. Halfway through, and I really don't have a clue yet: what's the ambition, what's the mystery, what's the plot. Nuffink. Just endless bloody whining. Oh, and a fiery hand and a feral pig and bells that cut at every stroke, but still. Like patriotism, those are not enough.
C'mon England...
I'm nearly halfway through this novel: 453 words to the contractual mid-point.
I should get there tonight. The way India are batting (finally!), they may keep England out till close of play: which would leave just one more day for England to engineer a collapse and hit off any deficit of runs. I no longer really believe in that scenario.
I on the other hand have to keep this up for weeks yet, and my morale is flagging already. I no longer really believe in this scenario either. It is a turgid mess of a misery of a novel. Halfway through, and I really don't have a clue yet: what's the ambition, what's the mystery, what's the plot. Nuffink. Just endless bloody whining. Oh, and a fiery hand and a feral pig and bells that cut at every stroke, but still. Like patriotism, those are not enough.
C'mon England...