My insomnia is so odd. The night before last I
was awake after just over three hours sleep; last night I slept for nine hours.
All the time my nose is unblocked and I can breathe all is fine.
Over a rather late brekkie I had a look-see
on-line. I spent a few minutes advertising the upcoming astro club meeting on
various local Facebook pages. I have no idea if the club actually gets anyone
along from these postings. Mind you I have no idea how to go about successfully
advertising the club at all. Despite our best efforts I *still* get a couple of emails every month from people who heard
about the club by word of mouth and seemed amazed to find there has been an
astronomy club which has been a very active for the last ten years and is not
five miles from their house.
I then wasted a little while looking to see
what everyone else was up to. A good friend of mine was describing his car as
being “fun to drive in an American style
howdi doodly kind of a way”. I was rather intrigued as to how one might
drive a car in an American style howdi doodly kind of a way. I Googled it but
to no avail. I did consider asking, but decided against doing so; I didn’t want
to show my ignorance.
We drove
round to collect "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" and
"Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM". The
most recent fruit of my loin was in a rather excitable mood. She’s set her
heart on getting a puppy; some odd cross between a pug and a spaniel.
Apparently in her world money (that she
doesn’t have) is no obstacle. In her world idiot enthusiasm always trumps
common sense. I have no idea where she gets that attitude from but I am told (by so many people) that she is her
father’s daughter…
We then
drove down to Hastings to see my mummy. She’s (understandably) a tad nervous about her upcoming heart surgery. But
we had a good time; she’s got a new mobile phone that seems to be confusing her
somewhat. She’d also prepared a rather good buffet lunch; mind you I was
surprised that "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
wasn’t sick after the seventh (or
was it eighth) Cadbury’s mini chocolate roll.
I must
admit I slept quite a bit of the way home, and pausing only briefly for
geo-reasons we dropped "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" in
Kennington to go look at this potential new dog. "er indoors TM"
went to see a candle-mongering associate and I walked home with my dog. What
with all the sitting and driving about he (and
I) really needed a walk.
Once
home "er indoors TM" boiled up a rather good jacket
spud for tea, then she shoved off bowling leaving me to my own devices. I
looked at doing a little more of my on-line course about dog
psychology but I’ve done all this week’s assignments and next week’s are
still locked. So I had a look at my novel.
Yes… I’ve
written a novel.
I
started writing it when my life took a rather unexpected turn five years ago;
at the time I felt rather inspired, but I never quite finished it off. However
following the success of having a couple of short stories published earlier in
the year (yes… I’m a published author)
I thought I might revisit it. I’ve not touched it in three years. It needs a
little dusting off and polishing. Some bits need a complete re-write. But I
might make something of it. It currently stands at thirty eight thousand words.
Is that enough? How long does a book have to be?
As I
edited my lap-top went dinlo. Have you ever seen a lap-top going dinlo? It is
not a pretty sight. It was convinced that I had no antivirus or firewall
software running. McAfee thought differently. So I rebooted the thing and did a
scan. It now seems a lot happier than it was. Rather like me really…
Poldark’s on in a moment. Have you seen it? Demelza’s
bosom doesn’t half heave…
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