It’s been a week since I returned from my writing course in Devon. It’s flown by — more’s the pity. Some big life decisions have been made as a result — well, maybe that’s a little grand, but they were certainly nudged along in the Devon countryside.
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I have written something creative (and useful) every day this week. And updated my blog, for what little point that serves. I have not written as much as I did when I was on the course, which is frustrating, but then ‘real’ life has to interfere at some point. And while my family and friends try hard to indulge me, it is difficult not to feel guilty to involve them in universes that aren’t even real.
Paulo, Tom, Donny, Marion — none of them will do the shopping or make supper or *shudder* pay the bills. Yet. But I have dutifully woken up at 5:35 every day this week and thrown some coffee down my neck before getting my fingers knuckle deep in indeterminate-era Italy. And I’ve enjoyed it. Although my creative window is achingly brief and I have to wrench myself away from my desk at 7:15 each day.
Anyhoo. I will revisit the ‘Notions of Liff’ post a little later (a couple of days ago) as in my keenness to perform my usual Vienetta style twists of linguistic logic I fear I lost my solitary reader. And that will never do. And it won’t please the monkeys either.
Today has proved a different bucket of eels. NCIS, erstwhile centre of my universe and moral compass, ended on an unexpected (and decidedly damp squib) note and my mojo has been a no-show. I guess everyone can have a day off / off day. To cheer myself up I’ve changed my desktop — it’s the desk I clacked away at various points in my 17 hour Arvon days… happy times.
My desk at Totleigh barton
And if you just lean through the window — I’d see this (sans the usual occupants Mr and Mrs Chaffinch).
Totleigh Barton — the ‘back’ view from my bedroom
