Going Where The Sun Shines Brightly…
…although I might as well stay in London, which has started to resemble the ending of ‘The Day the Earth Caught Fire’. It’s well worth watching that film again, BTW, it’s barely SF at all, more about the workings of old Fleet Street, because it was written by a newspaperman. I once met the film’s star, Edward Judd, but that’s another story…
That’s what the heat does, you see. It makes one veer off course. And I’m veering off course, leaving ‘formerly seedy’ King’s Cross (see above) and heading to a villa in the Mallorcan hills with a group of old friends, where we shall no doubt have terribly English middle class conversations about finding good schools, gardening and a political system than can produce something as utterly pointless as Jacob Rees-Mogg. I’m only going for a week, mind, because then I’m returning to Barcelona to start revisions on my EPIC non-fantasy novel.
AGENT: If it’s not a fantasy, what is it?
ME: It’s a creative imagining.
The rough draft is tipping in at 500+ pages so it will have to come down in length, and I need to radically simplify the language, which is stuffed to the gills with rare phrases, words and allusions. ‘Too clever by half’, as my old teacher used to warn me. While readers of this blog may nod at certain polysyllabic words with wise understanding, the majority stares with its collective mouth hanging open before dismissing the book with an utterance of ‘Wanker’.
I’ve already arrived in Palma, which at least has cleaned itself up a lot since I was last here, although jumbo cruise ships intent on destroying Europe are in the port and a billion tourists are queueing in H&M. I’ll get myself to the hills asap as I don’t want to linger in what is essentially a huge retail opportunity of a town.
So ‘Au reservoir’ as they say in Risholme (lit. allusion there) and I warn you now that depending on the state of the broadband in the hills posting may be a little irregular. As, indeed, is this blog. Enjoy the sun wherever you are!