17 2 / 2012
Ghosts and humans
Met my gorgeous S and her lovely daughter for coffee. Talked about writing for an hour and a half, principally her new novel, which is exciting and amazing and thought provoking and thrilling and destined for truly great things. Was remembered how much I love the creative process of writing - Jo, read your post about painting; that’s exactly how I feel about writing. Just beginning to cook up the next ‘novel’ idea that I want to hammer out - very few things more exciting.
Met Jams, an old flying friend, for din dins and then watched The Woman In Black cinematically lovely and I jumped in all the right places, but there was something missing. Daniel Radcliffe was just unbearably sweet - too young to be a father but pleasantly watchable. However, Supernatural has fucking ruined me - I kept waiting for a salt and burn. FFS.
