Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Yesterday I didn't have any builders in, or any delivieries booked, or friends around to visit. Yesterday I ignored the filth and the unpacking and the decorating that all needed dealing with, and I sat down and wrote a bit more of the ever-expanding novella I'm intending as my next sub to Ellora's Cave.
It's the first time in months I've had a day to myself and writing. It felt like coming home. It felt like climbing into a hot shower when you've been cold and wet and aching. I could have cried, it felt so good.
It won't happen again today. Today the electricians are supposed to be turning the power off for 3 hours, and the buildings inspector from the council is booked in for the afternoon. I have to chase up the feckless halfwits from the carpet depot too. And tomorrow I have houseguests arriving ... so I'd better clean up a bit, I suppose.
But I had a whole day! It was beautiful!
The pic at top, btw, is my Xmas pressie from the lovely Madelynne Ellis. It was full of wonderful things like choccies (which I've, ahem, eaten already). But look what fits perfectly inside it now!
And yes, I know ... but face it, Western literature was built on solitary drinking.