I am walking through the woods thinking about my NaNo novel and I realise I have the crime but not the denouement.
Denouement? Where did that come from? I didn't know I knew the word and yet it springs into my mind.I can spend hours trying to think of an alternative to 'looked' and yet denouement just appears at the forefront of my brain.
Such is my brain.
After my rejection yesterday I felt too low to write very much last night but I caught up today before George and I walked. And while walking the most beautiful prose wrote itself in my head ... and now I've forgotten it all.
Or maybe it just wasn't that beautiful.
Younger Son kindly bought me some Cadburys Fingers to help me get over my rejection; sadly this evening I need them to help me get over Wales' defeat at the hands of South Africa.
A writer and a Wales fan: no wonder I suffer from depression.