adaptable 8 October 2009
Well, us humans are adaptable, ain’t we? Here in Manchesterford the schedule has had to be a pliable thing, so it is, and therefore so are we, but it does mean you’ve got to be poised and ready for change. The horrid end of it is that I feel like I lost a bit of yesterday that I intended to use for writing, but I realise now that though I did it was down to me and not the schedule or Acting taking up more time than it should, cos it didn’t, it was just different scenes than I was expecting to do and as a result I have that feeling that practising Catholics do when they miss Mass on a Sunday and then can’t be quite sure what day of the week it is – it’s still the day it should be, just their heads are a bit scrambled.
I got home earlier than expected tonight and killed a 19th century girl I had never met before in a novel that is taking it’s own sweet time writing itself…that’s how I roll right now, my friends, and I (for one) am a little perturbed by it…we all should be, if we had a titter of sense…
