Monday, October 25th., Villa des Nefliers.
After two days dyspepsia I felt much better this morning and began to work at a quarter to eight, and at 11 o'clock I had been out for a walk in the rain and read the newspapers and written a complete draft of Act II. I hated doing it. This afternnon after painting I walked to Les Platreries and arranged the whole scheme, and most of the characters, of my next novel - the first of the "Clayhanger" trilogy. Assuredly a great day. After that I did a bit of muy Landor dictionary and then it was dinner time.
Weather colder; but still mainly bright. Magnificent moonlight night. What I am always wanting to do is a few landscape sketches, in words, just as material for use. And I never seem to have the power, or really the energy, to concentrate sufficiently for useful observation. But yesterday and Saturday, in my dyspeptic idleness, I had several ideas for new books. I feel that at the age of 42 I am in the most productive period of my life, from a creative point of view. I have noticed how creativity tends to decline with age and I must make the most of the juices as they are flowing.
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