To be frank, I am only dropping in to tell you all I am dropping out again. I am going on holiday. For week, don’t fret. [Did anyone fret? - Ed]
I am so sorry, my very dear and hugely treasured readers. October is clearly my ‘world’s worst blogger’ month, possibly to gear up for the jaw-clenching terror of Nanowrimo in November [Wait, isn’t that in two weeks?]. I have been neglecting you and it’s not even personal, I have been neglecting everyone.It has all gone a little dust-and-ashes [Can we discuss this Nanowrimo thing?]. I am not really enjoying things I normally live for - coffee, reading, gin, returning my library books on time for once. Part of it I am sure is down to not getting any bloody sleep at all - all my colds end in a cough and it drives my poor benighted husband very nearly as far round the twist as it drives me. [You, of course, are somewhere about the handle end of the cork-screw. Stop snivelling this instant and tell me at once what you mean by mentioning Nanowrimo]. Part of it is probably seasonal - the students return to the library in confused and wired droves and I can’t tell if I resent more the grumpy ones or the ones who are clearly loving it. But mostly, it is because I am having yet another ‘an I were to be mashed flat by the number 77 bus tomorrow…’ crisis. Hence the self-pity [Ha!], the joy-demolishing guilt about doing anything at all except writing madly away, the consequent and inevitable Writer’s Block, the drunken and maudlin resolution to actually complete the Nanowrimo challenge this year [I still wish to know why you did not discuss this pretty bloody momentous decision with me, young Reed]. (Are not the words ‘drunken’ and ‘maudlin’ enough of a clue, Editor?)
So, a week off, knitting up ravelled sleeves and what have you. Then a week for a ‘what I did on my holidays’ show-and-tell (photos? Yes? No? Please please please no?). And then you can all have the unparalleled pleasure of watching me try to write 1000 words of fiction a day, in a frenzied attempt to get the first draft of a novel down on paper [can we please talk about this before the 1st of November?].
(Inspired by Helen, who is going great guns on her two novels and who I am coming to have a little bloggy crush on as a result).
I fretted! That IS something you do with plywood sheets, isn’t it?
There is always a need for more photos! And yes, Helen is being very mean to WB sufferers.
Left by archie on October 19th, 2006
You have to do this! The nanowrimo thing, not the going away on holiday, which I’m not sure I approve of. Except inasmuchas I’ll be looking forward to the show and tell. And a less frazzled Reed.
*hug*
I also fretted. I understood it’s to do with noodling around on guitars though.
Left by Sol on October 19th, 2006
Ooh, thanks, Reed! The feeling is mutual!
But I don’t think I am going anywhere very fast with these two novels at the moment. Going insane would be more accurate. I’ve spent more time panicking than writing in the past 24 hours.
I hope you are fine. Please remember that the number 77 bus is not going to mash you. I hope you have a great holiday and I’d love to see a show-and-tell of photos. Are you going anywhere nice?
Left by Helen on October 19th, 2006
Hello Reed, I hope you enjoy your holiday.
Left by Lilian on October 19th, 2006
Bye! *waves*
See you when you get back!
Left by azahar on October 19th, 2006