Part of the problem is that I've been painting intensively for weeks and weeks, practicing a new oil painting method. The only writing I've done lately has been in my head. I always think about the ongoing literary effort when I've put my light out at night. I have good ideas after midnight, being a night bird. But the effort of thinking about what to write next is also soporific. For instance, in my new book, which might never see the light of day but is fun to write, I've got one of my main characters into a conundrum not even she can solve, despite her detecting talents (growing as the book lengthens!). FAQ (every night for about a fortnight): How do I explain how a corpse is found in a store changing room and then lands behind a container outside behind the store mid-afternoon without anyone noticing. I know there's a simple answer somewhere. But if I shift the corpse out of the changing room before its demise, my heroine (Cleo) can't more or less stumble over it. So up to now I've got it being carted down an outside fire-escape by someone. Here's a short except from the book. It transpires that the dead woman lived opposite Cleo's mother (Gloria). Actually it's a continuation of the book available on obooko.com. I developed some really good characters and didn't want to desert them. Maybe I'll join this (episodic) novel to the first one one day and try to get it published properly. Who knows? Robert is Cleo's partner. Jay is Cleo's gangster ex husband. Cleo is a librarian. Robert has a butcher's shop.
The chapter is headed "Gloria gets into the act" and it's the first draft.