Books

LAST NIGHT I came up with skeleton plots for all three of these children's books I've been on about. I also produced the first couple of pages of book 1 ~ 380 wonderful words. I'm aiming to push myself to produce at least a thousand words a day of fair copy.

My only problem with these books is that stories two and three are very much more exciting than book one, which is an introductory volume. I don't know whether to rejiggle the plot to make it more dramatic, or just to keep it as it is. Book one, you see, has a kind of moral to it, which the others don't. I can't be any more specific than that as it is unprofessional to discuss one's literary works before they are written.

As for this rehab. Ukh. I still want to go but I'm really not looking forward to it. Detoxing from methadone is like a slow torture. I'm only glad I'll be able to take quetiapine in there (the antipsychotic), which SHOULD knock me senseless every night. Because the one of the main withdrawal symptoms of opiates is a complete lack of sleep, which goes on for days and days.

I woke up today feeling like living crap. Very depressed. My one ambition in life is to get off drugs and get these three books published (hopefully by multinational conglomerates; I'm not interested in self-publishing). Then as far as I'm concerned, I can drop dead. That's how I feel today. Oh, and I hope my books get made into massive feature films so my family can be rolling in money.

I'm not at all sure I'd be able to post on a blog from a detox unit. Of the two I've been in, one didn't allow mobile phones. The other did, but the detox there was terrible. Well that's another story.

I'm trying to steel enough enthusiasm within myself to get at least another two pages done of this book. It only took so long to get to even this point, where I'm just starting out on a story that has been in my head for over a year, because I simply couldn't envisage that story clearly enough. I'm not one of those people who writes into a vacuum. I like to know precisely where things are going. Then my one task is to turn a tale in my head into words on a page. What I hate doing is scratching my head, wondering what's supposed to happen next.

Well I'm going to have to go. I really feel joyless today and my landlord is poking round my house. Oh what fun. Take care everyone...