What a horrible day. Today's meant to be "Art on the Railings", which is a street festival held in my street. But I can't see too many people turning up in this weather, or the art looking particularly good draped under rain-covered plastic, as will probably have to happen. Shame, as it's normally lovely. It was last year, anyway.
Still. I've got lots of writing to do, and it seems like writing weather. I've been battling a cold all week, but it's not turned into anything too nasty yet, so my brain should be working well enough to write. This weekend, I shall be working on an article for Null Hypothesis, and an entry for the Bridport Prize, and also rewriting one chapter of my novel from a different character's point of view, to try to confirm our entire class's suspicion that it should all be written from that point of view.
Let's hope I don't run out of words.
