Final thoughts

I realised that I haven't developed my novel ideas because I hate them

Why do I hate them:
Drunk on a Bus would be like inviting people for a stroll through my ideas and analysis
The Spike Garden would be like inviting people for a stroll through my Gothic fantasies

But as the late Mr Brown had it "I feel goo-oo-ood."

Last year I did far too little preparation. I didn't enjoy the process. I didn't show the finished work to two populations, neither:
a. people who read my blog, nor
b. People to whom I am married
(Population b is larger; prove me wrong)

Even so, I feel goo-oo-ood. I might even plan a bit now, which I can start writing in 75 minutes or so. Or I might spend the time choosing between OpenOffice Writer and MS Word.