September 2008
3 posts
Hazy Dazy
The weather was beautiful today: warm, still, and magically hazy. So I took a lunchtime walk along the river. The world seemed slow, as though pause had been pressed.
In the soothing atmosphere, I began to feel sleepy while walking. I crouched down to stroke the comfortable grass of the riverbank. It was wet.
With heavy eyelids, I wandered home to my desk.
I’ve run out of cappuccino pods for my Tassimo coffee machine. And the shops are shut! How can I possibly do any more writing?
I know … I’ll drink espresso and submit a short story.
Stark, Staring Mad
My paternal grandmother used to scream: “Have you gone mad? Have you gone stark, staring mad?”
Well, actually, I’ve been unwell with a stomach problem, which seems to have also affected my brain.
Yesterday, I felt so much better. But today… I have a raging headache, and have spent time debating whether to rewrite my completed-and-never-to-be-tinkered-with-again novel in first person. Which...