I set out at 8:30 a.m. from West Oxford, arrived in Oxford just after 9 a.m. took some books/DVDs back to the library, got some new ones out. Headed north (past the Oxford University Press building, image to right) and passed through Jericho. Found the Thames and threaded past the old Abbey, onto Wytham and up through Wytham Woods back home. Got back about 11:30, that's a round trip of about ten miles.And it was painful. Not the walking, the thinking. It wasn't painful to think, the real pain came in the cataloguing and remembering of my new YOU THE PEOPLE book that's suddenly taken a life of its own and is (once again) writing itself with me struggling to keep up with the flow of unconscious narrative assault.
For the last loping hour of my walk I was literally BOMBARDED with excellent content for this book that has changed its form and appearance and motivation several times already over the last four years... has it really been in Limbo that long?
Well, no more, this baby's writing itself and (having mind-dumped for the last hour or so) I suddenly have about 50,000 words of notes and rewritable content from which to spawn a proper-length novel of epic global significance.
LOL at the ego.
