Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Half A Dozen Excuses

I apologise for my distance of late. So much has been happening recently, and it's almost as though the more that has happened the less I've had to write about if that's even possible. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say the more that happened the less I felt like writing. 

I'm tired because my body clock finally broke... Most of the time I'm awake at 5, sometimes earlier, sometimes a little after, which means at weekends I don't catch up on my sleep. This hasn't affected me as badly as you might think. I've adapted well to my unplanned sleep pattern, and I'm supplementing my sleep by going to bed earlier, but this has in effect made my days shorter, if you get what I mean. 

I am also writing again. Setting a target for my novel has really got me working. Five pages a week seems manageable and as this is a second draft I can sometimes use old material with a few minor changes. But because I've been working so hard on my novel, I haven't much felt like writing other things, like my blog. Fellow writers may be able to identify with me here...

Finally, Spud and I, as you know, have been in the middle of buying a house, which took up most of our time and attention. While this fell through over a week ago, looking for a house has still occupied centre stage in our lives. 

It also doesn't help that my internet connection is fairly poor at the moment, I have plenty of Christmas shopping to do, and I have another interview coming up! 

So, I've thrown half a dozen excuses at you, and you may well ask, what am I going to do about it? Well, I'll tell you what, I'm going to blog every day in Advent. And if I get the time and inspiration, I may even produce another video log. 

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

November, When

November, when the days are grey, but looking out of my window all I see is orange, as the horse chestnut tree is ablaze with autumn leaves. 

November, when it's not quite acceptable to play Christmas tunes on the radio, but it's perfectly alright to play Christmas compilations at home. 

November, when anticipation hangs heavy in the air, along with the rawness that indicates winter is on its way. 

November, when we almost bought a house, only to watch it fall through, like a single dried up leaf, because someone else offered more than we could afford. 

November, when the year is almost at an end, and we begin to take stock. 

November, often overlooked, but pleasant in its own way, bleak and beautiful...

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Friday, 4 November 2011

Parting With My Paperback Friends


As you know, Spud and I are in the middle of buying our first home. I'm afraid I haven't any update on that yet. We've applied for a mortgage, engaged the services of a solicitor, and now we're just waiting for a survey to be done and for our application to go through. We have literally done all we can, and now we just have to play the waiting game. 

I realised, though, that there was one thing I could do... The house is small, and I hate clutter, so, I decided to have a ruthless clear out and get rid of some of my belongings. This included several books, that previously, I couldn't imagine parting with, such as Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, and (as an English literature graduate, I'm ashamed to admit this) my Nicholas Sparks collection. I just realised that I was never going to read these books again, and was just hoarding them because the characters and story lines remained with me after I'd finished reading. 

I probably told myself at the time that I was going to read them again, but now I think life is too short - there are so many other things I want to read. If I ever want to read these books again, I can always go and find them at a library. That's not to say that I've got rid of them all. I've kept many which I want to share with my children someday; ones that I couldn't part with so easily, and will almost certainly go back to and reread. 

Parting with my paperback friends wasn't nearly as painful as I'd envisaged. I was able to let go of them very easily. Okay, they are still in a pile, waiting to go to their new home (the second hand bookshop) but I know I'll definitely be able to let them go when the time comes. 

I never have been a materialist or a hoarder. Spud is a bit of a hoarder, but I've told him he can keep his junk (anything I deem unnecessary clutter) in the garden shed!

Thursday, 3 November 2011

On Camera

video

This was filmed on Sunday. Sorry about the bad quality. My voice sounds terrible on camera *cringes*

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Like That Other Autumn

Imagine this: In October 2006, after two months of correspondence, a young man and woman felt they had something special together, and agreed it would be good to meet and find out. However, due to circumstances and the nature of their meeting, they had to endure an agonising ten month wait before they could be together the following August. 

Five years on, and Spud and I are going through the exact same thing! We're into the last nine months of a very, very long wait, so it probably doesn't surprise you that I'm experiencing a lot of nostalgia and deja-vu this autumn as I think about that first wait, the first of many. 

That first wait really dragged. It felt like a lifetime had passed when August came round and we stood face to face for the first time. This last wait drags only sometimes. On other days, I look ahead and see the date (our wedding day) steaming towards us like an express train, powered by the busyness of life. 

And now that I think about it, there's only a few weeks left until Christmas, when we send out the invitations, after which there'll be so much to do, and barely the time to count off the days. Will I notice the warm breath of spring on my neck as I ransack the shops for lilac bridesmaid dresses? Will I feel the sweat of summer trickle down my back as I stand in a bridal shop for my dress fitting? 

I no longer suffer from my nightmares about not being ready on my wedding day. I am calm through and through. I just remember the wait we endured that other autumn. I know our big day will come around soon enough, and when it does, we'll both be ready for it.