So today was the first day of the second and final part of my sabbatical. And it was a long day. In fact the last four days have felt long.
Basically on Saturday I crashed. Mentally. It was as if a huge weight had been taken off my shoulders and replaced with a fluffy soft pillow which enticed me into just doing as little as possible. I wanted to do things, and I even started to do things, but somehow things ended up with me sat in front of the telly watching the football. Sad I know, but I guess sometimes you just need to let the body and brain recharge.
Sunday was far more productive... sort of. I tidied my new writing desk (that being the desk at what I is mostly be writing at innit) and then went off to play 9 holes of golf with my Dad and brother-from-another-mother. I was stinky. Rubbish. Couldn't drive, putt, or do any of the "getting the ball near the hole" bit in between. Dan asked "want to go again Tuesday?" I replied, "well..." He said "With buggies?" I replied "Sign me up!" So then a lovely chicken pie dinner and getting my ass kicked in board games by the family, I went home.
Sunday leads us nicely, some might say inevitably, to Monday. As it was a bank holiday I didn't treat it like the first day of the sabbatical. Maybe I should point out that this two month period away from work is to enable me to finish writing my book, and send it off to an agent/publisher/both. That's the goal. On route I plan to go to many far flung places such as Sweden and Lincoln, but I don't want to give away everything I'm doing otherwise you may not come back to this blog. I guess there is a chance you may have already left, but meh, your loss. This blog will be, by far, the bestest blog I've written this year which has more than one entry.
But I was ready to roll, and full of ideas and enthusiasm. I planned out a strategy, made character lists and descriptions, and made sure that I had a clear picture of how I wanted each character to look and feel to the reader. I laid out ideas on my before mentioned writing desk and switched on the PC. The internet died... well pretty much. I was reduced to 0.21 download speed and so couldn't access any of my files in the cloud. With frustration I rang BT, who actually were pretty good. They told me what they did, I nodded, and the internet was back up and running! Hurrah! Away I went, the story just flowing out of me like a river of awesomeness! and then the electricity died...
Yarp, good old Forest with its windy rainy blowy trees of destruction (and probably the cause of my internet loss) delivered its fatal blow and ...<<blank screen>>
Did I despair? Did I scream and shout and let it all out? Yes I did.
At 4.30pm electrics came back on. Thankfully my PC had autosaved and I'd lost very little, but I'd lost all momentum and the enthusiasm and ideas had disappeared. Never mind, I had Liverpool versus Man City to look forward to. Yeah, that didn't work out either.
And so that brings us to today. First day of writing proper. Today as a writer, I played golf, went to the physio and tried to fix my sisters PC. Oh and wrote this. Golf was good, thanks for asking. I could drive, I could putt, and I did ok with the bits inbetween. Physio was good, although seemed a little concerned by me leaning to one side. I need to strengthen my core more. :) Poetic. Made progress with sisters PC, but grrrrr.
And so that's the first entry of this blog. Please stick with me on this journey into the unknown world of writers block, paragraph building and destroying, and characterizations so epic that I'll have to name each one of them Spartacus.
Tomorrow I hope to get new tyres for the car, but I won't bore you with that. Instead I'll list my aims and goals for the next two months, to give you all something to focus on and make sure I achieve. If this fails, I'll be asking you why!?!
Have a great evening, day, life, and I'll catch you all tomorrow
o/
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