Spring’s on the way, and I already can feel the writer’s block shifting. For me, the winter months were grey and depressing. I struggled to throw off the lingering effects of the flu, caught two days before Christmas.
On Friday, I went to see the doctor. He prescribed a strong but simple gargle that got rid of my two-month sore throat in less than twelve hours.
Recently, I’ve enjoyed working on the novel, a psychological thriller. I’m concentrating on building up atmosphere and developing the various character relationships in the context of the home setting, a former factory in the north of England. There’s quite a few chilling moments too.
Still having some trouble with the novel, a psychological thriller, but I think I’ve got through the worst bits.
Another photo I caught today in Totteridge, North London:
Still struggling with writer’s block. I’m working on a psychological thriller and finding it hard going.
We wait another few minutes in case Freddy comes out, then take the spiral staircase down to the spacious entrance hallway. Ground floor. A mist of morning sunlight streams in through the glass dome in the ceiling. We go through to the rear yard where the zigzag fire escape is situated on the back wall, a few yards from the tall chimney that stands on its own near a row of concrete sheds with peeling paint and padlocks and darkened windows. Further along is a brick hut with torn bags of cement and a wheelbarrow covered in plastic sheeting. The yard is empty and windy, the sky heavy with smoky clouds. High walls and railings surround the Factory grounds; beyond, a grass verge with a side path leading down to the main road where the river lies at the bottom of the hill.
I smell varnish and spot a light on in a window behind the wheelbarrow. ‘What’s in there?’
‘Let’s go and find out,’ Gordon says.
I glance up at Freddy’s flat window, but there’s no sign of him. We wander over to the brick hut. Rain water has gathered in the plastic sheeting, causing it to sag, and green shoots sprout out from the walls and the floor. Gordon reaches for the rusty door handle, turns it. We step inside a carpentry workshop with a sink and kettle, and a bench like the one I saw in Freddy’s flat, though this one is cluttered with tools and wooden shavings.
Woke up to mist this morning.
Here’s a couple of shots I captured on my camera. Locations: Muswell Hill, Finchley
We’ve finally got the sun back after weeks of drizzle and grey skies.
Some shots I got on my camera earlier.
Location: Totteridge Village, North London.