Monk Quixote

I am sup­posed to be writ­ing some punchy and pithy prose for my employer (on my own time, for rea­sons I can’t remem­ber but quite pos­si­bly because I’m avoid­ing writ­ing the novel. Again.). I have observed all the text­book prepa­ra­tions — drunk far too much the night before so that I don’t flit about from thought to thought but instead plod mourn­fully from cliche to cliche. I have drunk tea. I have been to the shop. I have tran­scribed my notes. I have made a sec­ond set of notes from the tape. I have moved those notes between edit­ing appli­ca­tions. I have put some meta themes on index cards.

And now, I’m look­ing at the pigeons walk­ing around the fur­ni­ture in a neighbour’s gar­den and won­der­ing what the squir­rel is doing in their big flower pot.

Funny how fas­ci­nat­ing a big fat bird doing noth­ing much in par­tic­u­lar can be. I feel like open­ing the win­dow and shout­ing ‘was­sup bro’ at it, in case it too is avoid­ing doing some really impor­tant crap­ping on things, and um, preening.

Watch­ing the pigeons. I had a dream last night about some form of school trip or other bus out­ing where I saw both Elvis Costello and Some­one Not Unlike Elvis Costello and won­der­ing what the chances of that hap­pen­ing where.

About as likely as the pigeon (which is now coo­ing above my head, the bas­tard) beaking out some copy for me. Ok now — after me ‘chil­dren are the future…’

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