Weekend Writing (or my weekly whinge)

I really didn’t want the last post I wrote to become a self-fulfilling prophecy – but it kinda has. Just a smidge. A teeny tiny widgeon.

It has rained non-stop for three days and a pluviophile I’m not, especially if I have to leave the house. I loathe being wet. My hair gets frizzy, my glasses get fogged up and smudgy, and there’s a generally lingering dampness around which just grates my gears. Grey is an accent colour, London, not something to colour winter with. Just sayin’. 

#bonfirenight #fireworks #nanowrimo #november #autumn

But I am grateful the rain let up for a few hours last night so we could watch the most fabulous Bonfire Night fireworks display at the park. It was spectacularificious! We stood there catching flies and cricking our necks, and then came home and had cherry Coke floats. (OK, that was just me.)

NaNoWriMo is kicking my pants in terms of wordage, but I’m actually fired up. I have notes, and scenes, and a timeline. Now I just have to get more sentences out and string all these things together and I’ll have a book-thingummy with about 50,000 words. Never underestimate latent Catholic guilt to spur you into action, as my husband always says. 

And I’m tired. Bone tired. Weary. My knees hurt. My back hurts. My wrist hurts. If this is what old age looks like, count me out. Actually, maybe I won’t have to do as much in my old age, because after this MBA, maybe I’ll earn so much money I’ll be able to employ me some hot young things to run errands, so maybe let’s leave old age on the table for a while.

Contributing to the dystopia is my precious DD, whom, in her usual charming way, has auditioned successfully for every darn activity which involves singing, dancing and a costume between now and Christmas. I have to come up with a Victorian lady-disguised-as-a-maid costume by next Monday. Now sensible me went to eBay, but silly me asked DD for her opinion. Of course, I got the lecture on how the fabric didn’t look authentic and could I not just whip her up one like I’ve always done? Sure. I was starting to feel decadent with six hours of sleep every night. No problem.

But in between all this whinging, I’ve found time to sneak in some red, green & gold bits. I’m rationing myself because we’ve still got Husband’s birthday aka Thanksgiving to come, but after that, it’s open season and the Yuletide is going to fart glitter all over me. Watch this space! Or not, in case you’re not a holiday person. Whatever. You have been warned!

How has your week been? 

7 thoughts on “Weekend Writing (or my weekly whinge)

  1. Anxious Mom says:

    Bless you. I wouldn’t know where to begin if I were asked to do up a costume.

    My week was tiresome, too much going on, too many concerns and whatnot. At least the next few will be easier. *KNOCK ON SOME DAMN WOOD*

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    • Petal and Mortar says:

      I am the queen of costumes, but we’ve had a quiet few years, which was nice. I just have to find some fabric – goodwill stores Are treasure troves usually. I have a 2×4 which I hit myself with regularly. Either to pound some sense in, or ya know, knock on wood.

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  2. Jennifer says:

    Yes, we do believe you are the Queen of Costumes! You’re the Queen of many an achievement so far, in your life… I too have had a busy week. Now, am busy knitting a few projects for my special grand daughter, who asked for just one item. But, she’s a precious little heart, and deserves more. Unfortunately, getting help to do house cleaning has been quite a challenge this year. So, we are still spending a lot of time doing that too. Where have the months flown away? Soon it’ll be Christmas! I hope you will get enough of a break to enjoy the lights, and the season. And, hope London will not cling on to its determined colour of ‘grey’ !!

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