My mum has been visiting. It’s nice when people come to visit and I was really pleased my aunt and uncle called round yesterday. We’ve mainly just been hanging out, chatting and today we meandered into Greenwich for lunch.
It’s been nice even if I did have to work this evening.
I’ve been reading and eclectic mix of stuff from Michael Lockwood’s Labyrinth of Time, Sarah Water’s The Little Stranger to Seth Godin’s Meatball Sundae. I enjoyed them all, flawed though they were, and am now starting on The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It’s been a good reading month.
Writing wise it hasn’t been great. The year has gotten off to a shambling start and I’ve not managed much more than a bit of tinkering on Eleutheria. My goal is to get going on this story properly and finish a draft as soon as possible. I’ll let you know how I get on.
In a foolish fit of optimism I have joined the gym. If nothing else it should provide some funnies for the blog.
Catch you later.