It’s fuff-fuff-fuff-freeeeezing here in blogland today. After complaining and worrying about an over-warm autumn, I am now feeling the cold very much indeed. Our kitchen thermometer is showing 13 degrees, which Mark claims is ‘not really cold’ but which I claim is fuff-fuff-fuff – you get the picture.
NaNo has moved from the dining room to the sitting room for the duration of the fuff-fuff-fuff, which gave me a good reason to turf infuriating sleeping son off the sofa (he sleeps downstairs ‘so that he can wake up’ – yet god help anyone who actually tries to wake him) and also a different perspective on writing. This is often helpful, I find – you do want to have a particular spot for writing, but a change of scene now and again can work wonders. And today I reached 4,000 words without even trying, leaving me just 1300 to do after lunch.
I will be busy this afternoon, doing Spanish followed by drumming, and then off to Peter’s for yoga and dinner and a little light printing. The printing is for the gig tomorrow as I want to have some poems on cards to give all the people who are coming to the Twilight Gig (see poster below). I know Peter’s flat will be Mmmmmmmmmmmm-ahhhhh! and not fuff-fuff-fuff! as he always keeps it warm. I’m going to have to set the heating to come on earlier here, as it just isn’t warm enough at 7 am after only half an hour. I don’t mind the cold quite so much if I’m moving around, but most of my work is done sitting down and then I get really chilled off.
NaNoWrimically, I’m up to 56,000, on target to do 75K by the end of the week.
Time for soup now, then I must get the nose back to the grindstone. Here’s the poster for tomorrow’s gig: I’m on at 5.30.
Nope, it refuses to post it. OK so see you at Embrace Arts, Lancaster Rd, tomorrow evening.