So i’ve spent today sat around drinking coffee, trying to help my partner, Holly figure out how to write her critical review. It’s all very interesting, especially as I haven’t plunged into the world of academia for nearly two years now. I could tell by the way she said “I’m struggling with this” that she was struggling, I guess we’re just in tune with one another.
I did the only thing I could think of when I struggle, which was to suggest a break in scenery, and get some coffee. After a little while I could see that Holly was getting to grips with what she wanted to say, and then things seemed to get a little easier. It was especially fun watching the confused looks, as we sat in a little town cafe, dressed in black, pouring over notes on Flappers.
I wrote a few pages on my latest novel (Manchester At Midnight) where we travel to Kings Street, and get to see all of the strange and silly kings that live in a giant castle, each believing that they are a little more sovereign than the others. We are currently speaking with the King of Dungeons, a forgotten and often overlooked king, who has the key to everyone’s treasure trove and dungeon.
Manchester at Midnight is a story about masks, letters, and rules that under no circumstance should be broken. I’m over 120 pages through, and every time I find myself writing I don’t want to stop. It’s wonderful to just have fun, while working on several other projects.