Good morning, Nappy Valley Housewife.
Good morning, Next Door Neighbor. You’re looking very smart this morning.
Thank you. But, sweetie, I’m not sure about that bandana and the dirt-streaked face. It’s not the best summer look. It makes you look like a charwoman. What are you doing with that bucket and all those cleaning supplies?
Cleaning up after my builders.
They’re not finished yet?
They've barely scratched the surface.
They could have built a brand new house by now.
I’m starting to wish they had.
There’s no point in trying to clean when they’re still at it. Would you pull out your broom and sweep during a sandstorm in the desert?
No sooner than I would scrub the decks of the Titanic.
There you go. Well, I’m off to the Summer Sales. Care to join me?
I can’t. As soon as the machine coughs up the cash, it goes directly into the hammy fists of my builders.
Ouch. That hurts. Remember the days when you could fit in building work AND the Summer Sales?
Yes, vaguely . . . but fondly. Apparently, we’ve entered the Age of Austerity.
A bitter pill to swallow.
They say it will be good for our kids.
Like a daily dose of castor oil.
Or a stick in the eye.
Well, I won’t hold you up. What are you going to do with your new-found time?
Sit at my desk and stare at the blank screen on my computer.
Huh. Right. Off you go.
See you later.
So here I am, doing exactly as I promised. I love it when a plan comes together. My discipline is unequalled. Books write themselves, don’t they? Or maybe a very clever, industrious muse will take up the cause.
In between agonizing over my own fictional characters and plots that unravel, I’ve been doing a lot of reading of other writers’ books, authors who actually put the words onto the paper and then find a publisher.
What's on my bedside table?
A Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore
Her writing is so exquisite that it makes me feel I can never write another word again. She makes me see what real writing is all about.
Ordinary Thunderstorms by William Boyd
William Boyd lives in Chelsea and I’ve been told by the owners of the book shop I frequent that he comes in there a lot. I’ve stalked the bookshop as much as legally possible but still no sightings. On the plus side, they’ve not clamped a restraining order on me yet.
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
It promises to be very juicy. I love to read good historical fiction.
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