Success!

Yesterday I managed 13.5 pages in my little notebook, mainly because the friend I met for a drink was about 40 minutes late! It's all planning for the next section, and I think this is really important. I was putting off writing it because I couldn't work out how to get from what had happened to what I knew had to happen later on, and just writing it blind wasn't working for me. But now I've plotted out loads and will start writing the actual scenes when I get home tonight.

Although I will have to fit in an episode from the first season of 'The West Wing'. I've been having withdrawal symptoms...

Slowly...

I've watched the guys who joined the '100 words a day' group with their steadily increasing word counts, and thought about how busy I am, and how tired I am and how blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Now I have stopped making excuses.

I'm not signing up for 100 words, but I'm going to do something everyday, even if that is only some scribbles on a post-it during a meeting. (Not that I ever think about anything other than work during meetings. Obviously. It was just a bad example that popped into my head.)

On the train on my way to work this morning I wrote 4 pages in my little stripy A6 notebook. And my hand ached afterwards (must get used to writing with a pen again....)

Graffiti

A sticker on the door of the train toilet said, 'Out of use'.

Underneath, written in pencil quite neatly, though obviously while the train was in motion, 'Your mum is out of use'.

Lucky Lazy P

Throat infection + birthday would not normally = good times, but somehow the addition of a sapphire surrounded by 10 diamonds helped. Sparkly!

Splodges...

...have appeared all over my throat, accompanied by an inability to stay awake after 3 pots of coffee.

I feel some daytime TV coming on...

You think that's a good idea?... Really?

At lunchtime I saw a woman using crutches experiencing some difficulty walking.

Possibly because she was also wearing high-heeled flip-flops.

I truly despair.