February 24th 2017:- Couldn’t write a word this morning, I went absolutely blank, couldn’t read what I had already written to be able assess it, couldn’t focus on what had to come next, I thought I’d try to come back to it later in the day, but I don’t like doing that because my brain is tired by then and full of other stuff, white noise maybe. So perhaps today just has to be put aside. I have written every morning for three weeks solidly, so today might be a holiday. However what I could do is to go back and deal with parts of the text written in red, for example there’s a section about noise in London in 1850, and there was huge amount of it made by a great many different activities on the streets, and I need put in the detail about it because I left it as a sketch with a note to return and write it properly. Then at least I’ll feel that I did something useful for the novel today.
