It's been grey here since Saturday. Last week was so glorious, that this constant overcast leaves me feeling slumped and unmotivated. Or maybe that's the stomach bug I'm still struggling with.

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I've been making a bit of progress on my Alexander story. Not as much as I wanted, but the structure is becoming clear in my mind. As soon as I fix on the ending then it should all click together. The writing of it should be the easy part. (Easy being a relative term here. Nothing about writing should ever be completely easy, otherwise you're not pushing yourself hard enough, but there's a difference between the smooth effort of a working story and the bone-against-bone grind of a non-working one).

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I've been buried in tedious spreadsheets at work. I'm now on my hundredth version of the same project costing. Every time I finish it, someone changes something, or comes up with a new format they want it in, or they want me to cost in what might happen if certain things happen which aren't going to happen. Do I know how much it costs to book a lecture theatre in Oman? Hell, no. And I don't want to either.