And so, I don’t have any excuses for not writing. Except maybe too much furniture blocking the computer. And a toddler. But those are really bad excuses. Because there’s also notebooks. And coffee. And pens. And OK, maybe the pens don’t work. But there’s crayons. Because there’s a toddler. Anyway. The last day of the year makes you think. Mostly about what you’ve done with the other 364 days. There’s been a lot of clapping. And crying. And laughing. And…
Happy New Year! You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to say that. So long, I’ll say it again. Happy New Year! And so, in the spirit of fresh starts, some of my resolutions are as follows, committed to the paper in my new journal: Write every day. Blog when it’s good. Hopefully every day. Maybe every other day. Blog more, at least. Re-draft the novel(s) by June. Write in the morning. Type in the afternoon. That rhymes. Read…
I went to a New Year’s Eve party with shotguns taped to my chair. They were plastic. The party was post-apocalyptic. Because, y’know, the world is supposed to end in this year. Depending on whom you speak to. I think we’re good. Even better now that I know what day it is. You see, I lost a day or two back there. I know I’m not the only one. Happy New Year, folks. I hope you’re caught up, too. Even…
And so, I’m back in front of Hemingway with a cup of coffee a safe distance away. We got to Glasgow after dark on Christmas Eve, met with hugs and pretzels. We then settled down to watch Bad Santa for the second time in 24 hours. Followed by Mr Popper’s Penguins, during which I fell asleep. Sarge still hasn’t forgiven me. The air-mattress was the same height as the couch. I may have rolled from one to the other and…
Tuesday 28th December 2010 We say we’ll be on the road by 10.00. It is noon before we set off. I am wedged in the backseat between some bags, two tires and Sarge. By 3.00, I have lost feeling in my ass. I find it again when twisting to take photos through the windows. My father has never been good at time-keeping. The fact that he has his own time zone is part of his charm. We always get where…
