WIP Wednesday - Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Miss Pleasance swirled up through a hole in the sky for the fifth time today,  and she's getting a little time-travel sick.

Her story has to be finished by Sunday latest and she wants to know why it isn't done already. If she has to whirl around another helter skelter or fall in another damn pit, she's going to burn the headmaster's carpet slippers and hand in her resignation.

Time is catching up with my WIP - A World of Cardboard Houses - it has to be prettied up and sent out by Sunday latest. Gnaws fingers (there are no nails left). We're on day fourteen and draft five. I'm sure I've written first drafts of novels quicker.

Wimbledon, Orange Juice and Buzzing Flies

I do believe the originator of the term 'lazy summer days' took a photo of a writer snoring in a garden chair, pen rolling about the paving, their story pages scattered across the grass.

My summer holidays (at least this portion - I have another week off at the end of July) are almost over - I'm now counting in hours. I haven't spent all of the time asleep though (just most of it - and I have the lobster skin and heat rash to prove it.) Pretty.

I finished a short story Postcard Wings above Blackpool Sands which I sent off to a not-so-secret place, and I'm midway through the second-second draft of a time travel short, A World of Cardboard Houses. Struggling with that one.

And that is it, back to snoreville.