Monday, 27 October 2025

Like Pulling Teeth...

To my absolute surprise, it appears I'm a morning person.

A blonde white women (Avril Lavigne) is sitting infront of a computer, wearing a hoody and sunglasses. The caption reads, 'I'm not a morning person.'
Me as a youth
This was not the case when I was a youth. Whether it was childhood, Uni, or my early working years, when that alarm sounded, I'd be pissed off. I'd lie there for as long as humanely possibly before eventually dragging myself/getting dragged out of bed and embracing the day.

I'm not sure when, but at some point, that changed. Look, I love a lie in. Come the weekend, that's exactly what I'll be doing. But when it comes to the week, I've discovered something interesting. I have zero appetite for working after lunch. I'm over being productive once the afternoon hits. If I'm at my desk for nine, I can be driven and organised. But once the initial spurt of mental energy is spent, and lunch is a-calling, I'm done. 

A young white man, probably teenage, walks into the house, but his legs buckle and he's ends up lying on the carpet as his bag drops at his side.
Yep, this is where I'm at right now
So why am I telling you this now? Well, today's usual 9-11am sesh set aside for blog-writing purposes, got missed. A bunch of urgent admin needed doing first thing, and then I had a mani booked around lunch. By the time I sat down to write these words, it was 3pm! That's home time in schools! I am SO over being bothered for the day. I can't be faffed one bit. With that in mind, I can only apologise if these sentences seem a little off . I'm literally dragging them out of my head and forcing them onto the screen. The afternoon struggle is real, folks. Send all good wishes for my plight.

Sylvester Stallone - an Italian American man in formal wear, is making an acceptance speech at an awards ceremony. He says, 'I want to thank my imaginary friend, Rocky Balboa, for being the best friend I ever had.'
I get it, Sly!
Writing News
After two lovely empty-headed weeks, I'm editing once again. This time, with guidance. Hurrah! The woman who edits my books has got back to me. It's SO good to have someone else read the whole thing. Until this point, it can feel unreal. My head might be filled with characters and plots, but if no one else knows about them, they're just weird figments of my imagination. Now, however, they belong to someone else. It's a strange situation to share your imaginary friends with people, but I love it.*

A movie poster. Sky blue background, with a white man in a tracksuit standing to the right. To the left, are a list of phrases written in feint blue. 'I blink, I twitch, I jump, I click, I whistle, I shout,' and then the final phrase is written in bold white and it says, 'I swear.'
Culture
A couple of cinema releases for you this week. I Swear is utterly brilliant. Telling the true story of John Davidson, it shows the challenges and realities of living with Tourette's Syndrome. Whilst I wouldn't describe it as an out and out comedy - although some scenes are undoubtedly played for laughs - it's a thoroughly engaging, sometimes heartbreaking, but ultimately hopeful tale of another person's life. Watching how several adults in young John's life couldn't see beyond the tics and bad words, did more to educate me about the need for empathy than any SEND training course could have done. It's an essential watch. The fact it's entertaining is just a bonus.

A young Bruce Springsteen is being portrayed by a white, brunette man. He's on stage, playing guitar, rocking out, and his hair is drenched with sweat.
Jeremy Allen White
as Bruce Springsteen
In more true story action, I watched Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere on Friday night. The film focuses on a short period of time in the eighties, and delves into Springsteen's state of mind as he was on the cusp of mega-stardom. It was engrossing, thoughtful, and happily not full of big hit performance set pieces that could distract from the narrative. Also, Jeremy Allen White NAILS it. Properly good.

A plate with a large Yorkshire pudding filling the base. Inside, there's roast potatoes, sausages, stuffing, roast potatoes, root veg mash, mustard, and cranberry sauce. Gravy covers everything.
Gravy season is
well underway
Food and Drink
There's a line in Midnight Chicken by Ella Rusbridger, that I think is the truest thing ever written. She writes, 'Someone I knew once told me that you always cook for the number of people in the family you grew up in.

I don't know about you, but I've found this to be true, time and time again. My final years living at home were in a family of nine. That's why I over-cater (but never under-deliver!) with almost every meal I make. Indeed, it can be the ONLY explanation for the Sunday roast I knocked up last week. Cooking for two is such a challenge. The photo shows my plate - half of the quantity I cooked - which is ridiculous. Also, the green beans had gone off so there was supposed to be more. It won't surprise you to know I didn't finish, saved the leftovers, and spent the afternoon dozing in a food-coma. It was fit though.

Me - a white brunette woman - is standing at the front of the shot, with a thumbs up and an exaggerated smile on my face. In the background, there's an illuminated screen, with a list of names on it with scores next to it. NICKY is written at the top.
Zoom in to see
my triumph
Out and About
More insights I've learnt this week. Turns out, I'm NOT shit at darts. Who knew? For a family 50th birthday, I spent a couple of hours throwing some arrows (ALL the lingo!) and hitting the board more times than not. I've no clue about strategy, and the numbers around the board mean nothing to me, but by the end I was at the top of the leader board. Can you believe!?! Whilst it's definitely a fluke, I'm just glad to have reached a new sporting high. It's been a long time since the 1989 Rainhill Inter-Schools Netball Comeptiton winners' medal. 

How marvellous! I've finally got the end of the post. It's taken longer than usual, I've lost concentration every few minutes, and I need to lie down after a gargantuan effort. But it's done! Woohoooo! 

Have a lovely week, folks.

*Full disclosure: My writing friends that I meet with, also know my characters. But they hear 1500 words every two weeks in a drip drip drip effect. That means I'm willing the weeks away so I can get to the end of the book with them. At this rate, it'll be well after publication.

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