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| Enough with your shopping list, Art. I need to get on. |
🎶Hello, Hayfever, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again...🎶 Stop it, Art Garfunkel, I'm sick of telling you to get out of my head and find somewhere else to live. All I want is... the sound of silence. 🎶 Why you little...! Right then, enough about him, back to me. And there's an autobiography title if ever there was one. Not sure who the him is that I've had enough of, as I centre myself in my own life as much as possible. Still. We live in a patriarchy so perhaps the 'him' is generic. I'm sure I'll iron out all those thoughts and more, before I write it. Meanwhile, hello fellow hay feverians. Hay feverists? Hay feveritans. Please know I feel your pain and from hereon in, will be counting down the days to September.
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| They really do, Reacher. |
Sometimes the creative process gets bogged down with technical details. I'm writing the diary of Leeza McAuliffe. That's twelve months of story. I know that the more pages it takes, the higher the cost to print and then buy. That means I need to keep an eye on the word count. I'm aiming for 5000 words a month/chapter. So far I'm well over, but it's the first draft so anything goes. The other non-creative detail I'm tracking is where I'm up to in the year. I finished planning the book in January 2022. I started writing it in February which meant Chapter one was January. I caught up with myself by March and before April 2022 had even started, I was beginning the April chapter. Then I got sidetracked with life for a few weeks, and the writing got behind the real life date again. It means nothing to anyone else, but on 19th April I wrote fourteen days worth of novel which caught me up to April 19th in the story. That felt pure and satisfying. Pleasure comes in all shapes and sizes, doesn't it?
The Lost City is the silliest nonsense I ever saw at the cinema and I loved it. And the blink-and-you'll-miss-it inclusion of a Mr. Brad Pitt sent this peri-menopausal woman's insides a-whirring. A-whirring, I tell you!
Food and Drink
I can't lie. There've been two Dominos meals in the last week. It's been a bit too busy to cook round here, and as Dominos is the only takeaway provider that can successfully find my address without multiple calls from a lost driver, its the safest bet. My current order of choice includes the vegan dipper nugget things and the cheesy bread roll doodahs. I believe the actual names of these items can be found on the menu. I'm also a grown up now and have stopped ordering enough pizza to feed fifteen people. It's a recent development but a significant one.
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| I will spend the rest of the day convincing myself that when I eat pizza, I looked better than this. |
Good news. My walking mojo has returned! What was once a daily occurrence back in the dark and distance early lockdown days, deserted me once life kicked in. It was the new series of Adam Buxton's podcast that dragged me off the sofa. An hour of chat between him and Marian Keyes was exactly what I needed to accompany me around the perimeter of Sefton Park.
So whether you're sniffling with allergies, fighting the ever-present COVID, or full of the joys of health and contentment...
Have a lovely week, folks.
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