Wrote 811 words, then got scared of the introduction and had to turn the computer off in case it bit me (or something). Made J read the introduction to check whether it was any good at all or whether (AS I RATHER SUSPECTED) I should junk the whole thing as hubristic nonsense. She says it is jolly good and only needs a bit of tweaking.
So it looks like I have to admit that I have, in fact, started my book, and am not just messing around with ideas on the screen. Eek. This makes me feel a bit hyperventilaty, and also (oddly) in great need of a green apple, so I am going to the supermarket. On my return, I will cook.
(Still reading Elden's spatial history book, which is now talking about Heidegger's love of the rural, and giving me fun ideas about junking the distinction between rural and urban space - or at least removing the conditions for 'rural nostalgia', something Heidegger totally has and so does Paul Virilio, which is a shame - he does this awesome analysis of the space/time of global sovereignty as mediated/produced by real-time technologies like email and telephony, but then his response to the problem does tend to be so we should all go BACK IN TIME and live in VILLAGES, which is perhaps not ideal for - among other people - the urban queer women among his readership.)