Tuesday. Woke up feeling determined. Spent most of the day editing the hell out of the first three chapters, before going back to the ultimate self-torture... the ****ing synopsis.
I was reading Lorenzo Carcaterra's Sleepers and I couldn't put it down, taking it into the Indian Ocean and reading it floating on my back, standing up and sitting in the warm, briny sea, until I finished it. More recently, Adam Kay's This is Going to Hurt - The Diaries of a Junior Doctor, had the same effect, only I read most of it on a sun lounger.
Life is not all about winning, it is how you handle yourself when somebody deliberately snatches away your moment in time.
We had spent other significant birthdays together, but I just didn't want to celebrate being a bloody quadragenarian.
"Blogs are whatever we make them. Defining ‘Blog’ is a fool’s errand." Michael Conniff Mmm ... I think you are stuck with me WordPress because I'm not sure what I would do without you now! Thanks for having me aboard.
I've been at it for 5 hours ... today that is. I've lost count of the total amount of hours I've already spent trying to achieve a 300-word killer synopsis and feel like I could be losing the plot. Anyway ... back to the drawing board ... for however long it takes ... until the... Continue Reading →
Going down ... do cyclists have some sort of extrasensory perception when flying around blind bends?
We are off tomorrow and I have been looking at the weather forecast in Puerto de Mogán on a daily basis for quite some time, willing the temperature to rise.