Day Five: January 28, 2014. 8.15. A morning made for romance.
Temperature: Crisper. They (i.e. Iphone) says snow on the way.
Greyscale: At the top end of the scale. Silhouette grey perhaps?
In E L James’s words (a story planning moment): OK. I need a scene that represents love. True love. To contrast my oh-so-wicked scenes of sexual debauchery. Oh, I know – a sunset. Or, better still, a sunrise … to represent sexual yearning. A sky teaming with colour. St Paul’s cathedral. And … hmmmm – a crazy, modern building slicing right through it. Kill that peace. Rid that sky of that crazy virginal hue. Oh, where’s my tea? Consuela? Consuela? Where’s my fricking tea?