I thought I’d better post something before you decide I’ve forgotten you all. I’m still here – it’s just that settling in and writing the umpteenth draft of my novel have taken precedence. the novel is turning out to be a tapestry or patchwork affair, where I insert bits here and there to build up a pattern. Still, at least I have some inkling of what the overall pattern is, which is more than I did before. So that is good.
We went to Tomatoes this morning and returned to the old house to find a most unwelcome letter informing me that I need to pay a penalty for driving in a bus lane. Bloody annoying… the other post wasn’t too bad, though I am now entirely of Mark’s view that nothing good ever comes in the post. Trouble is, not much comes via email either apart from promotions or updates on campaigns I joined years ago or petitions I signed last month or groups I am marginally interested in or other groups I am not quite uninterested enough in to unsubscribe… RANT ALERT
incidentally I can’t go on without commenting on the difference, so rarely observed nowadays, between ‘uninterested’ and ‘disinterested’. Uninterested means ‘not interested.’ I am uninterested in golf. Mark is uninterested in tennis. Etc. ‘Disinterested’, on the other hand, means ‘not having a stake in something’. Such as a disinterested observer at a meeting or a disinterested view of politics. So get it right!
However, today I did have an email saying a book review of mine has been accepted by Thresholds. Thresholds is a site which specialises in the short story, and I have written the review about three times for them and FINALLY they have accepted it. So that’s a relief.
As I write there is a rather tremendous thunderstorm over Leicester and it’s raining quite hard. I’m glad it didn’t do this earlier as I cycled over to Tomatoes and back. I am getting better at cycling; once I reach this stage of proficiency (incidentally I always wanted to do cycling proficiency as a kid but we couldn’t afford a bike. Or else our mother thought the roads were too dangerous. Anyway…) I usually think, ‘I must keep this up and get better and better.’ And invariably something happens to prevent me. Usually a knockout bout of apathy…
But! since it’s too far to walk into town from here, and since buses are expensive, I will probably cycle more in future. So long as it doesn’t thunder.
Incidentally, when I go over to the West End I pass a gym where I am treated to the surreal sight of a bank of people all cycling towards me and getting nowhere. I feel vastly superior to these people as I pass by on my real bike, actually going somewhere…
We are doing a bunch of entertaining at the new house, having people over for lunch and dinner and all sorts. On Wednesday we had eight of us round the table for dinner, and yesterday Mark’s mum came for lunch. And tonight Mary and John will turn up bearing wine and will be served curry and stir-fry with rice and chappatis.
In other news, I am reading Joyce Carol Oates for the first time, and I have finished the Kathy Reichs I was reading for the second time. Sadly I have failed to interest Daniel in her books for teenagers. Daniel is UNINTERESTED in them.