Ok. So I have spent a little time today so far on ‘Stay White’, one of the ‘Shoes’ series. I’ve added a character — an elder sibling — and I’m considering a fairly major change to the structure and story. I don’t know whether to be concerned at this stage that this may then lengthen the story considerably. Possibly too long for what is meant to be a nasty little piece of Middle England.
I dreamt last night that there was no colour yellow. Ribbons, specifically, had been banned. I was wearing a yellow ribbon before I went on the course. Perhaps it’s about work. Or about the event that led to the wearing of the yellow ribbon. Or simply a colour phobia.
Yesterday, I bought a new chair for the study. If I am to be a writer, I guess I will spend a lot of time in this chair. It is not a great chair. But then again, it is not scoring grooves into my backside like my old chair. Or causing my hips to lock like my little chair in my room in Totleigh Barton.
I also bought a lot of printer toner, expecting to print a lot out in the forthcoming weeks. Of course, inevitably, I have bought the wrong type (the hours wandering around Ikea looking in pursuit of office nirvana had turned me into a consumer zombie. We didn’t achieve nirvana, buying the chair in Staples instead). So if anyone needs one (or preferably two) HP 350 XL Black cartridges at a discount please get in touch. And yes, I am aware of the irony that two XL cartridges are actually more expensive than some of the printers that they fit.
Right. Time to stop writing and accept that, for now at least, I must lead a dual or even triple life. So I will shower and shave and put on a checked shirt. Roll up the sleeves to show I’m not bowing too far to the man — ha! — and trundle off to the tube for my daily ‘let’s all pretend you all don’t exist’ sessions on the tube.
Laters.
