Everything is an illusion. Reality is not quite what we perceive it to be. The idea that one thing can be separate from another is, to those who know, laughable. The difference, they point out, between a table and, say, a fairy cake is no difference at all. However, believing that a table and a fairy cake are two very different things indeed is somewhat of a useful mistake to make when you are looking for somewhere to put your beer. It really is quite remarkable how many very clever people forget that last part.

It is also very important not to forget the first part, too, and even more so that you do not start thinking that you can only buy into one idea, but not the other. Neither would make an awful lot of sense on its own. The first lot would live their lives convinced there was nothing other than the world of Big Things that they could comfortably make sense of, and quietly glossing over that which they cannot, while the second lot would go around walking into walls in a futile, but spirited effort, to prove a point. If you want to know why no one just stops worrying and simply drinks the beer and eats the fairy cake, welcome to the third group.

22/01/08

I'm approaching 20,000 words now. I barely did a stroke over christmas and the new year but I fell back into it easily enough. I stopped to think about whether or not I really want God to sample magic mushrooms. I wanted to make sure I was not being deliberately provocative. I'm not, though. It's all in context. Plus I developed a whole new plotline unexpectedly. I have absolutely no idea where it is going but it's interesting enough right now. If it doesn't work I can delete it and not have to rewrite any other part of the book as it runs parallel to the others and doesn't cross over. It's great to see the old characters from Members Only coming back. Eric, Amber, Suzan . . .

I am currently about 10,000 words into Ten Thousand Things -- the sequel to Members Only. Here is the prologue: