The First Redraft
The reason that I mention this is that over the last few weeks I have been in my own cocoon redrafting the novel, I have barely gone out - only when I had to - a walk by the river while I was waiting for a new set of keys to be made, and of course the obligatory hunting and gathering at Tescos. But now it is almost done, apart from the epilogue, which I may or may not write. It is 117 000 words which makes about 400 pages of double-spaced lines, and I am exhausted. As I have commented before, this exhaustion I find fairly inexplicable since I have only been moving my fingertips throughout.
Now I guess I have to emerge - maybe not as a beautiful butterfly but some sort of winged creature, a bleary moth maybe because I prefer the night, and stretch the limbs that have gone unexercised for weeks, and on Sunday relocate to Lampeter for a fortnight to learn Welsh.