Wednesday, 9 April 2008

After a disappointing night (that we are not talking about), today is a good chance to forget and to travel. Heading off to London, Brighton and Surrey on a train today to see old and new friends – optimism is rife.

The search for property in Berlin has begun, and plans for the move are shaping up. Reconnaissance is planned, language is being learnt, the foundations of a manuscript are in place.

Reading at the moment is a pleasure, and for the first time in months. Nearly finished Bulgakov having taken leave for a while. A beautiful book about the creation of myth, the lingering persuasion of narrative, discipledom, the blur of fantasy and the everyday – I do not want to finish it.

The shelves in my house are full of unfinished novels. I would like to write a book that finishes them all.