Started from scratch for the third time this year with an idea that's been nagging at me for a fortnight or so. Wrote a few notes then decided to bake some gingerbread instead. Also found this poem I wrote for Katy when she was in America and wasted some time polishing it. Here it is (Don't worry its only short.)
Who would want someone to miss?
I wish that you were here with me
So we could misbehave -
Go raving drinking dancing. Do all
The small things: Play Slippery Ann;
Compare the spans of hands, the length
And strength of nails. Devote a morning
To yawning down cups of tea
(green and white respectively).
It doesn't have a title yet, so suggestions are more than welcome blog followers.
The Yorkshire puddings Katy, Chris and I made for our roast yesterday were the best I've ever seen. So we have photographed them and posted them on Facebook and also here on my blog. The secret's in the batter mix but will we ever hit that perfect ratio again?
Regular followers will know that this is the first photograph I have posted. I thought it would be difficult but actually it was dead easy so I might do it more in future.
No excuses for not writing some more of my novel this week. I have two days off in a row. I've finished my epic bee poem (see below) and I'm completely brassic so I can't go out on the piss/top up my online poker account. Clearly the perfect time to write. (Though the procrastinator in me notices that the world championship snooker tournament is on...)
Alright, I have finally moved into the new house and sorted out the internet. The word count on the novel is as ever unchanged, but I have made lots of progress on my epic poem of war and suffering: The Bee's Sneeze. Just a few more stanzas to go. Read it here first.
I was reading about the mystical experiences of Plotinus in Leszek Kolakowski's rubbish popular philosophy book: 'Why is there something rather than nothing.' This has been my toilet reading book for the last month or so. Now I am on the last chapter I may leave it in there and put it to a decent use. Anyway, the mystical experience stuff gave me an idea that may reinvigorate my abandoned time-travelling schoolgirl novel, 'The dial's shady stealth.' If my word count suddenly jumps to about twelve thousand it is probably because I have returned to working on that.
I woke up at four o'clock today. That's late even by my standards. I slept through my eleven and one o'clock alarms. Must be time for a new ringtone. Still the hour went forward at the weekend so it was three o'clock really. I give myself a fortnight before that excuse wears thin. Anyway no time to work on the novel today as I have to have my dinner (cottage pie) for breakfast and go straight to work an evening shift at the Temple. I hand over the money for the new house tomorrow and move in on Sunday. Packing is so boring that I may actually write something this week just to avoid doing it. I do intend to start putting in some serious hours writing once installed in the new abode. Mind you, I said that six months ago when I moved in here... but this time I mean it.
With all the house-hunting partying online pokering and sleeping in til two every day, a month has slipped by without me even opening Word. So much for a thousand words a day. A thousand words a month seems to be my average. Guess my feeling of guilt lasted about two days. It does seem to be the best motivator I have experienced. If only I wasn't so good at ignoring it, I'm certain I'd get a lot more done.
Glad to see I've picked up a new follower (despite not publishing any posts) Hello Hanski - whoever you might be - any chance that you and the mysteriously photographless 'Chris' could make me feel guiltier?
Much appreciated.
