Wish list

I suppose most of us have one, either at Amazon for the Christmas list, the less than subtle hint to the cohorts of family and friends on what we would really like for Christmas, or one in our head. The One day I'm going to, the bucket list, or when I've got this, done that, saved enough etc. compilation. It never really happens the way we planned it, there is always something sticking it's oar in.

Prominent on my internal wish list is to be more organised, but I enjoy the spontaneity. hence the recent feeling that I had let things slide here!

The most recent post on here prompted a email quoting Graham Greene, author of Brighton Rock, Our Man in Havanna, on the writing process, the comments came from a regular reader of Martyn's blog and a visitor to this site, picking up the idea that I had let things slide.

'So much of a novelist’s writing … takes place in the unconscious: in those depths the last word is written before the first word appears on the paper.  We remember details of our story, we do not invent them’.  [Graham Greene The End of the Affair].