...well you know the rest.
By which I mean I am currently visiting my friends C&R down in ooh-aaar-Devon en-route to a couple of interviews in the Big Smoke. But Devon isn't en-route to London from Dublin, you all exclaim in angry letters to the Times. Well I may have taken the slightly more scenic route, and, at the risk of sounding like a valley-girl - Oh. My. God. Devon is fabulous, villages plucked straight out of The Shire (apologies to the 2 people in the world who haven't seen Lord Of the Rings), pubs serving cider with bits of twig floating in it and people stopping you in the middle of the street to ask who you are...okay, that didn't happen to me but I gather it does.
And has it inspired me to write (re-write?) chapter after chapter of The Tome? Lets just say some forward-progress has been made and leave it at that, shall we? Basically, I'm going through the structure and writing a synopsis of each chapter in as few words as possible. This is facilitating the simplifing and streamlining of the story so I don't get bogged down in over-telling when I get down to writing the actual chapters.
This probably sounds like I'm taking procrastination to a whole new level by doing anything to avoid actually writing the book. Let me assure you, for the purpose of my own sanity and the ultimate quality of the writing, it is soooo necessary.
And on that note...back to looking at the lambs gamboling in the shire.