If you are reading this, then perhaps you (like me) live in a country where Halloween isn’t a big deal, and there aren’t little children or rebellious teenagers with eggs trick-or-treating and ringing the bell every five minutes to break your concentration.
If that’s the case, rest assured I sympathise. Continue reading
I thought about writing all day today. Once again, I looked forward to getting home and just moving on with the story I’m writing about. I couldn’t wait to get on a bus and write some ideas on one of my notebooks. Like a wave, I can feel the writing high building up inside my head. I’ll be away for a couple of days later this week, and the mere thought of the writing withdrawal symptoms is terrifying. Continue reading
From the title of this post, you probably guessed it, but I’m too excited to hold back, so I’ll tell you anyway:
I made it! I achieved my goal of 10,000 words by today!
It was a horrible day outside, which I think helped matters – what else do you do on a day like this? Winds at 100 km per hour, snow (!) and a fallen tree blocking our garage door. I wrote all morning, and was grateful to The Angry Chef, who not only served me breakfast while I was writing, but who also re-filled my coffee cup whenever it was empty.
I finished work yesterday evening, after an unusually busy week, with only one thought in my mind: go home, and write. Write, write, write.
I left the office, met up with The Angry Chef, and we went home together, chatting away. By the time we got home, I realised I had spent most of my week’s free time writing, and hadn’t really spent much time with my husband. So I’m not ashamed to admit that I didn’t write a single syllable yesterday. Not even on here. Continue reading
I hate to think that I might be boring you with word counts and things, so I will give you a bit of a break and talk about something else to lighten up the conversation. Continue reading
Some more writing done. Ha! Feeling like I’m getting it again. You know you got it again when it’s eight in the evening, and you got home late from work and after works drinks with a colleague you never see, and you haven’t seen your husband all day, and you’re so excited you could kiss your computer screen. Continue reading
Invited to a business dinner this evening. The theme was Switzerland – fondue, washed down with Swiss chasselas (white wine), to the sound of cowbells and Alphoerner (look it up – you won’t regret it), all in delightful company from all over the world. Continue reading
After this weekend’s writing extravaganza, it was time to go back to my day job. All of my notebooks are back in my handbag, so I can jot any juicy ideas I might have during the day. Continue reading
If I had the feeling September went by slower than usual, the speed with which October is wooshing by makes up for it.
I managed to get a few words out this morning (now up to 6,565) while The Angry Chef went out for a run (he’s at 10 km, by the way). Continue reading
It all started six days ago. Like most things I commit to, this idea didn’t give me much choice.
Sunday last week was a hideous day. The sky was grey, but not in a “insert analogy for storm here” kind of way. In a boring kind of way.
My husband, The Angry Chef, and I had already done all the dirty work (cleaning, washing, ironing, grocery shopping) the day before. The streets were completely quiet. The Angry Chef and I shared a glass of wine in the kitchen, watching the clouds hover over the Mont Blanc and the Saleve. Continue reading
tales from the desk 