Welcome to the junk room. I'm one can of cider down, and have just closed the web browser in order to remove distractions. It's just me, Scrivener, and the light from an angle-poise lamp standing guard on the corner of the desk. I played chess today. I haven't played chess in a very long time.… Continue reading Chess and Melrose
I've owned a copy of Scrivener for years - since my first proper tilt at NaNoWriMo back in about 2007 if memory serves. If you've not heard of it, Scrivener is a word processor designed for writers, where you can organise your writing projects into binders with research, chapters, and so on. It's all rather wonderful, and lovely.
I have half an hour left until I get to switch my computer off, climb aboard my trusty bicycle, and pedal my way back towards town. I'm already wondering what ass-hattery will be thrown at me during the journey - this morning was the third in a row where cars have pulled out in front of me with no indication what-so-ever regarding what they were about to do. Apparently I'm invisible.
It's lunchtime at work, and I'm forcing myself to take a break. On a given day I sit here for hours - sometimes not leaving the chair all day, and then wondering why my legs are stiff when I get up to go home. Of course I cycle to work, so I'm not completely unfit, but I really should do something more. Years ago, I used to go running a couple of times a week - maybe I should try and make time for it once more. It's all about forming habits really - getting into a routine.
I'm at home today. I've been suffering with balance problems all week, and they seem to be linked with tiredness. I admitted defeat this morning, and decided to stay at home - probably the first day off sick all year. I foresee a day spent washing clothes, and reading books - and maybe posting to the blog.
We spent the greater part of yesterday evening sitting in a packed auditorium at the big school in town - watching a local celebrity hand out awards to students throughout the school. Of course our main reason for being there was to watch Miss 14 receive an award for her cooking exploits. A local celebrity… Continue reading Winning and Losing
A lot can happen in 48 hours. A blog can be removed from existence, and fifteen years worth of posts - four and half thousand of them - can vanish into the ether. Of course this is the internet, and nothing ever vanishes without a trace. In this case that "trace" is the four and… Continue reading 48 Hours
I seem to have fallen off the "post every day" horse quite spectacularly in recent weeks. I'm thinking this is a good thing. I know one or two people look out for my posts, and that's all sorts of wonderful, but if I have little to report, it always seems a bit forced.I was going… Continue reading Struggling
You know the one where your other half delivers your youngest daughter to the final day of football camp, then drops the car off for it's MOT (Ministry of Transport) test, and it fails ? Yeah - that. Guess who had to run to the local petrol station to get cash - because WHO HAS… Continue reading From One Disaster to the Next