I do like a lazy Sunday when I don’t have to be anywhere and today’s afternoon nap has done me some good.
I’ve managed a solid pace over the last seven days racking up some wordage each day. This is a marked improvement on where I’ve been for the last few months but the fact I can’t reach into four figures (save weekends) remains a little bit frustrating given my natural tendency as a writer (and a reader) to binge. However, at the moment the day job simply doesn’t allow enough downtime to think long enough to produce more. Learning my head only has so much capacity has been a tough one.
G’s mum is visiting at the moment. We hung out down by the river in Greenwich, had some ice cream, wandered round the market and the bookshop, saw a film and generally had a nice time. Today, well I needed a rest. Reading wise I am having a bit of fantasy binge at the moment but I plan to move onto some non-fiction titles I’ve been hankering for and, for no explanable reason, Bleak House.
Nothing else to report at the moment.