Day Nine

Spent today in brighton; amongst the self consciously bohemian and artistic. Where the ratio of awesome cafes and delis and record shops and bars per square mile threatens to break all records. It’s like most of the best stuff from london, squeezed into an easily traversible space, a bit less stressful and with more vegans.

I spent most of the day imagining an existence here as a writer. It containing for me, all the essential elements needed to write;

• The Sea.
• Proximity and abundance of good coffee.
• Excellent people watching opportunities.
• Lots of birds overhead.
• Multiple windy streets for writers-block-breaking walks at crucial creative junctures.

This evening spent trying to maintain progress in the project. Most of todays writing mines my own chequered work history, as establishing our protagonist as a minor retail slave, with him going to work the day after his break up. This goes with the bad interview scenes written earlier last week. Yes. Connections.

Today I appear to be mostly channeling Douglas Coupland, Gibson, and Palahniuk. I think the reception wasn’t great though.

Total Wordcount so far (after nine days): 7,992

Daily Wordcount: 1,001