I have now written an outline for Book 3: The Professor, The Bishop and Me. It looks great - a little weak in parts ("a long time on my own" does not automatically inspire a chapter's worth of writing), but I have some great stories to tell and it gives me some shape and pace. It is a good starting point: thirty short chapters covering eighteen months of my life.
Inspired by NaNoWriMo, which challenges you to write a novel of 50,000 words during the month of November, I therefore think I could begin this, one chapter a day for the next month. In fact, if I really did that, I'd have it finished. So all I need to do is write, pad out the structure, entertain with my wit and wise words.
I have printed out a blank calendar for November.
I have highlighted a space each day for my word total.
I have written "Words Written" in red marker pen. Followed by a colon.
I have put a red ring around each day of the month, because with all the other highlighting and red ink they had got rather lost.
I have found the blu tak and stuck it to the wall.
I have cleared the pile of papers to file (or at least reduced it to only a couple of centimetres in height.)
I have condensed my assortment of to-do lists into one (very, long one).
I have arranged my stapler, calculator and pencil pots in neat, ordered lines.
Procrastinate? Me? A good job it isn't yet November...