Lacklustre – that’s what I am.
I just read through my blog posts from a year ago (for inspiration) at the time when I was bringing out BUT I TOLD YOU LAST YEAR THAT I LOVED YOU, and I can’t believe how much I did, nor can I imagine where I got the energy from. This month I am wiped out. The new novel – PLOTTING FOR GROWN-UPS - is progressing just fine, but I don’t have any oomph left for anything else.
For the last three weeks I have been picking strawberries every day (13 Kilos in all, with 2 other kilos lost to slugs). Yesterday I went up the garden to check the blackcurrants and my heart sank. They are ripe and need picking; and if I tell you we made more than 60 jars of jam last year, it will give you an inkling of how many blackcurrants there are. I gave away two bushes last year. I have five now. I must give away another two. You wouldn’t believe how bloody fecund these blackcurrants are. (Sorry about the language – that was a bit of Sally Howe coming out – heroine of PLOTTING FOR BEGINNERS and PLOTTING FOR GROWN-UPS.)
I am going to keep my daily aspirations modest. Today I am going to have a sax lesson, pick a few blackcurrants while I mull over the current plotting problems in PLOTTING FOR GROWN-UPS ( oh, the irony), and book my September ticket to San Francisco to see this person…
and this person…
OK, those last two were the same person;
and these people…
and this person…
Aren’t I lucky?
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