London reflections...

Went to the Tate Gallery and watched a half-hour film about African Cinema after the liberation of Algeria, from the 1960-1970s. How many filmmakers from all over Africa came to be part of the Algerian Cinematique that was developed in 1965.

Then wandered around the galleries and just sort of liked it all, but nothing overwhelming. Even their gift shop left a lot to be desired, i comparison to the University of Oxford's.

So walked over to the Eye and did the ride at dusk...and then came back to the hotel to take a nap. Which I needed. I get tired easily.

What's interesting to me was how throughout this I was thinking of Underground Guy, which is set in London. From Feltham to Hounslow East to Knightsbridge and Canary Wharf. As I passed near those areas or saw them, even from afar, I kept picturing it in my mind.

Reg and his beauty and strength. Devlin and his anger and confusion. Tawfi and his cosmopolitan attitudes. Sir Monte and his complete control. And I think I did a damn good job working up that story. Character arcs that fit into it. Suspense. Mystery. Romance...of a sort. You name it.

I should stop worrying about how my work turns out.