Eastbourne & NaNoWriMo

[squirmelia]

Jumped aboard a train to Eastbourne today and started writing my NaNoWriMo novel on the way. There were no power points on the trains (well, there might have been in first class), so I reverted to writing by hand, and now my hands are a vivid blue colour and blueberry scented.

Eastbourne is "the sunshine coast" according to a sign that greeted me at the station. It was gloriously sunny (for November) today, so that may be true. I walked along the pier, wandered along the pebbly beach, and then past the holy well, and up to the South Downs Way, where I tried not to fall down a rabbit hole, stared out at the sea and saw the lighthouse at Beachy Head.

My novel (3454 words currently) so far has in it: pigeons with super powers, strange village festivals, lesbianism, weird cloud formations, ghost shops. Oh dear.

Comments

[tlrmx.org (from livejournal.com)]

There's always that exhortation to "Write what you know" and I'm glad to see that either you've completely ignored that or your life has been even more interesting than I previously thought.