Eurostar departures at St Pancras.

Gatwick Lines.

Sunset. West Sussex.

Once again I won’t be reaching NaNoWriMo’s 50,000-word mark this year, but I have written over 30,000, which is the most ever. And I finished a novella at the start. So I’m pretty happy.

That’s a lot of leaves. You’d think it was autumn.

Another one from my train journey last weekend, with the iOS7 “Noir” filter applied.

Cooling towers at sunset.

This “short story” that I was going to knock out before getting back to my novel is growing into a behemoth. At 12000 words it’s thoroughly a novelette, and heading squarely for novella-land.

Shadows. New carpet on the landing at work, and the morning sun streaming in.

Hard Rock Calling. Bruce in 30.