Busy week. Hacking, booking, scripting - perhaps it's lucky Toby's giving me the silent treatment, so at least i have the space to think. It seems I have been unforgivable again.

I reckon the script is the most challenging. Currently, I'm fiddling with the plot 'beats' and it's a totally different process to the construction of a novel. With a novel, so long as you allow the people you're writing about to be themselves, you'll probably be OK. A film script, however, seems to require your characters to develop an almost supernatural awareness of their broader narrative function (while, of course, pretending they have no such thing). With reference to Tobes, I sometimes wonder if I'm in a novel or film.

Today, I went to Westfield - The Biggest Mall In The World Ever, Volume 1; partly because I wanted to go the Mac shop and partly because I wanted to see for myself. It almost constituted research. I had this vague idea for a sci-fi novel set in the near future in which the economy would have collapsed and teenagers would stalk the hallways of shopping centres in feral packs, scrabbling for worthless symbols of prestige to establish some kind of meaningful pecking order. Oh well.