A work in progress..46

Twenty-two-and-a-half-thousand words written. A third of the book.

Going to continue writing, but also edit and revise what I've got and maybe send the first 10,000 words out to a few people. I had to go to a function at the South African High Commission on tuesday. I had about an hour to kill so I was wandering around the West End and found Brown's bar. It's very posh and exclusive, also expensive, but I was able to sit in this lovely whicker armchair in a quiet corner and write. The waitresses kept me refreshed with Leffe beer and it was all rather civilised. It felt as though I was in the Far East again.

I've started reading WS Burroughs' The Naked Lunch. After reading Ulysses (which I have not finished, but will go back to) Burroughs' prose is frighteningly coherent. I'm reading it for the structure, or lack of it. I've read so many books over the past 14 months, devouring all sorts of material.

Sam Beckett is the feature of a special season at the Barbican. I'm going to get a couple of tickets for Waiting for Godot. Never seen the play but studied the text for A Level. There is much to learn from him - his use of language and dialogue. I keep thinking of the play as I write.

The more i write the more confident I get and the better my writing becomes. I can see it evolving before my eyes. It's quite scary at times how stuff just comes out, as if I have no control over it.