... I'm going to try and write a novel.

See, I've had this original idea and it feels damn good. It feels like it's going to work and be cool and fun and interesting and maybe even saleable, if I do it right, though God knows how I'm going to convince an agent of that. In my head it's got excitement and adventure and foul and bloody murders and things going boom and everything short of the proverbial 1,000 elephants. I love it and it scares me and I think I am probably not good enough a writer to pull it off but I want to do this because it's my book, dammit, nobody else gets to play with it.

Also, apparently it's set in London and to that end rokesmith and I walked around central London for the best part of five bastard hours taking pictures of buildings. Or rather he took pictures of buildings while I said 'OOH OOH I WANT THAT ONE' every 500 yards. The end result was twenty seconds of video of a small London... well, road interchange is about the best word for it, just under fifty near-identical images of turn-of-the-century brickwork (except for the ones which were of the inside of a postage-stamp-sized London pub), sore feet and the sure knowledge that if it hadn't been for crappy convenience-store milkshakes we'd probably still be out there.

But you can't tell me this big old thing here (now apparently a Bench, whatever that is, but It's Always A Warehouse To Me) isn't cool because if you do I won't listen, I REJECT YOUR REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN, that kind of thing.

So yeah, if I seem a little (or even a lot) quiet on the fanfic front lately, it's not just because I'm tired and uninspired and doing thinky voluntary job intern-who-writes-newsblogs type things and also having a real bitch of a time prising Ken out of that damn hole I put him down to see how he'd react and he now seems to have decided to hide from me in, because it's now having to fight for space with my would-be book. Fanfic is great, it's got Ken in, it's fun and squishy and it's like candy for my brain (with razor blades in) but... well, I have this whole sort of book thing in my head as well and I promise you it's fucking fantastic.

I have a million ideas for proper entries, but they'll have to wait because I got two hours' sleep and then went to work and I'm dead.