Himself: What on earth are you doing?
Me: Decorating a toilet roll.
Me: Oh, it's for the Litfest.
Himself: Should you be doing that, considering these things are scares at the mo?
Today I shall do a 'No News' Friday. The world won't go under, but I might. Time to take some time away from anything that spreads news. I shall first do some exercise, then sit down with a healthy supply of chocolate, and beta read a good book. 'No. News. Friday.'. Maybe you will join me. Virtually of course.
My day-job has just been suspended until further notice due to the virus. Mixed feelings doesn't begin to describe it. I'm fully behind the decision for sake of everyone around, but I now have no salary until ….?
How is it that some people continuously manage to keep knocking the wind out of my sail? For goodness sake! When will I learn that I can't tell some folk about my passions and dreams, no matter how close they are?
As you were. Thanks for listening. Back to writing.
I'm rewriting the synopsis, and this time I shall actually include (and make sense of) the most important plot points regards to the ending. Silly girl forgot to add them to the previous draft. *Slaps forehead.*
2 30 AM. Cat brought mouse in. Battle in progress. Mouse escapes under bed. I'll deal with it in morning.
7 30 AM. Cat and mouse are sitting together in bedroom doorway. Mouse sees me and runs into cat’s play box for easy transport, thank you. I pick up box, and as I walk down stairs, I think I hear cat shout: 'See you tomorrow, Jerry.' A black, fluffy paw waves in the corner of my eye.
Here's to world peace in 2020
Me, reading in bed: 'Wow, this book is actually quite good. I mean really good. Really didn't expect that.'
Himself: 'Why's that?'
Me: 'Well, it was written by *shall remain anonymous* and he's known for other things. Maybe he had a ghost writer.'
Me, sitting at the comp: UGH. I feel quite sick.
Himself: Why? I thought you're happily editing your book thingy.
Me: I am. But one of my scenes is so disturbing, it's made me feel quite sick.
Himself: Well, change it then.
Uh-oh, I just failed an online Swiss-German language quiz. I wonder if the Swiss Ambassador will turn up and strip me of my nationality. 'Giv me ze passport please, Frau Barbara.'
I best not open the door for the next few days.
Hi Carol, sorry to bother you with this, but quick question: I just filled out a priority form for pop-up submissions, but didn't get any kind of notification. Is there any way I can check that it has been received? Thanks in advance x
Note to Self for the next Huddle: either lock Self into a closed room, or set Self up outdoors in the rain, or better: feed cat first. If not, cat will pester and try to jump up onto the keyboard at most inconvenient moments or worse, cat will try to chew comp cables while Self desperately attempts to figure out how to use a mic. Just as well mic didn't work. Miaou miaou miaou ...
Well, the universe is either telling me to clean up my writing act, or else it's hinting I should launder money. I took the washing from the machine and found a 50p coin with a book image minted onto it at the bottom the of the drum. The British Library 50p.
Yesterday eve in bed. Himself, reading some book or another. Me, nearly asleep. Himself huffs, and puts the book down.
'This story needs more catflap.'
Now I'm wide awake, thanks. 'Catflap?!?!'
'Yeah, more good stuff, coming and going in the story.'
'You know, that agent and his friends always talk about books needing more catflap.'
'Oh, you mean more "cowbell".'