Train Spotter

Absent for a few days. The work has been almost getting out of hand. I can see myself, if I don’t really sit down and get myself writing hard, slipping behind and missing deadlines. Suddenly, there seems to be a huge amount to do. Bloc at last has been sorted – we go live in the next few days and last week took a lot of work to edit, get things uploaded, and the site re-organised.

The uploading I had been terrified about, worried most I think that I would get it wrong and be responsible for the crashing down of the whole site. Which stems from I think the time when I was at Liverpool University: one day after pressing something on my computer in a networked room of twenty odd computers, the screen of every monitor went blank. I fled, coward that I was and sincerely hoped it hadn’t been me. Fortunately the next day everything seemed none the worse. And also fortunately, I didn’t bring down bloc. I’m sure it can withstand my technical fumblings.

I’ve been conducting research as well, and feeling like a proper researcher and writer. The Falmouth Bookseller and Waterstones in Truro were very helpful to me when I asked about transport books and their market. For non-fiction, I’ve decided definitely to write about a passion for Steam Engines. Something I admit to, though I’m certainly not in the same league as my dad who will cheerily admit to owning records of Steam Engine noises. I will however confess to a predilection for car spotting in my childhood – I became obsessed with Ford Fiestas for a while, strangely enough. It may be no coincidence that I am now owning my fourth fiesta… hmm, hadn’t connected the two before now.

I’m never far from my inner anorak, or inner obsessive personality. Fan fiction still has me in its grip, though I had to shelve my fab CSI story to get proper work done. But I took a few hours out yesterday to finish chapter 1, and I became slightly over excited this afternoon after posting it up on the internet, and seeing my work there. I just need some feedback now, it’s what writer’s live for and live on I guess.