Where do the weekends go?
S has been here most of the weekend and we spent yesterday in Camden looking at cool things that were too expensive for either of us to buy. Yet more bookshops were perused, proving that bibliophilia is genetic in addition to being a condition I think I may have made up. Largely due to being poorer than a church mouse at present, I managed to resist buying anything but only because I intend to go back again…
I also had my second wipe out from a writing perspective, that’s two sessions in a row where the output was significantly below my normal standard. That was a bit disheartening but I think it’s at least in part due to being rather too tightly wound up at the moment and so I’m trying to build in some quiet time over the next few weeks. Having done that today I managed to produce a very passable 2k rewrite on a chapter of Forever, and I do seem to be finding the rhythm of the story now – touch wood.
And our passing lesson for the weekend is that one should not give me fajitas to eat in public. Rather like watching McCain and Palin on stage together, it’s not pretty and many people require therapy afterwards.