This is a republish of a blog a few days ago as the title was wrong in the original.
For the past four days I’ve been progressing the sequel to my published book, The Greatest Gift.
The new book, Drifting Sands, involves time travel and when you get into the realms of that, the possibilities and resulting paradoxes are mindboggling.
This is of course science fiction (at present; who knows after the likes of the Higgs boson discovery) but try to at least get the science as close to reality as possible and then, stretch the rules.
However, as a result of the complexity, I have found myself thinking, more than writing. I’ve probably only written 2,000 words. I’ve not even set foot over my threshold for four days, indeed, I haven’t had shoes on for that period either.
In case you’re wondering, I have showered but it makes me curious as to what other writers are like. Troglodytes or sun terrace hogs? Either way, I’m guessing shoes are not important.
The Greates Gift, available in all formats through my website, http://www.balneaves.co.uk