Where's the time's gone?
It feels peculiar, not writing. Odd.
I have snuk up to check e mails and a few blogs, and look at me here now, but on the whole have stayed away. Have been clearing cupboards, reading fiction, reading recipe books, cooking more inventive meals, applying for jobs, making notes from other authors' fiction, some words theirs, some mine:
Volcanic energy - courage, hope, the person she was - not wipe out.
Sound as colours (me) (I have to write 'me' in my notes so that I know if they're words I've nicked or not, if they are, I obviously have to change them - if there's more than one that is. There's no copyright on individual words.)
Reading without reading (me)
XXX's house is........
And listening to the radio:
(Jazz trumpet, piano, lots of gaps, tall buildings music, sax crashing into dischord, cool, fresh piano chords. 'Saw the dots' saw the music...)
'sits on hot plastic seat in the sun.' (Maggie O'Farrell. WHY did I write that down? Is sits on hot plastic seat so much better than sits on seat? Yes it is I guess.)
'watches the colour sink into brown.' M O'F again
Pearlescent skin, result of staying in too much (nicked from dinner chat with Steve McDonnell).
Smell of earl gray (me)
Dream notes, skiing up black slope (me) (not that I'm going through crisis or anything)
And had a massage this afternoon. I've only had massages in Asia where it all seems perfectly natural. Was reminded of hilarious scene in my writing group friend Louise's second novel Are You My Mother. What do masseures do if blokes get turned on?
I was more concerned about my feet - I picked the day when we had the plumber in first thing in the morning. I'd had a shower but had been walking around barefoot all morning, as I do, and when it came to leaving he had all the water turned off while he fixed a new shower unit. Anyway, it was very relaxing apart from that, she didn't say 'yuk look at your feet!' and I feel very toned and cool and am getting things into perspective.
Heard from my old agent today, the foreign rights assistant. My two novels are all set to come out in Russia this August. With the non-fiction, that means I have three books coming out in the next few weeks. Perhaps it's not all over yet.
Am pretty firmed up on new writing practice too. Am keen to get back to it but under new rules: no more than 1,000 words a day. Start off on the computer, print out after several runs through, to mid-sentence to exact number of words if need be, work on hard copy for rest of morning. Clock off at noon. Next day insert corrections and proceed with next 1,000 words, stopping in mid-sentence if need be... In this way I hope to stop it taking over my whole existence, as it has been doing. I now want to make this the best book I can do.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.