Weeknotes 2025.19: The Thought Pipeline

I have been trying to write another novel, an idea that was only a side project that I “needed to get out” but has become a sprawling behemoth. I have been here before.

In an attempt to focus on the writing, at least for the first draft, I have been writing on paper, with a fountain pen. I have found a kind of notebook that works perfectly for me, and a pen that does the same. I have different coloured inks, which are delightful. I have a plan for chapters 1 to 16 of probably about 36.

And yet, I find myself running out of steam. I find myself agonising over small details or writing myself into a corner that I cannot pull myself free from.

I tried to write on Sunday, in the sun, first at the swimming pool and then by the ponds at Highgate (first swim of the year, 15½ºc, fresh but enjoyable.) I managed a total of less than 200 words. It was still worth being out in the sun.