time 17 February 2010
It’s amazing how much time can be wasted of a day – and me trying my best to keep busy and creative! I read a lot of poetry, looking for specific stuff it has to be admitted, and I found lots of useful things so that was all to the good of the work. BUT in terms of getting my own original words on the page it wasn’t THE greatest day ever. Still, there’s always tomorrow…and the fact that I’ll probably fall asleep soon but wake up within an hour and have to get our of bed and go have tea rather than twist and turn and annoy both myself and the long-suffering Richard Cook, Husband of this Parish, so I may be back at the laptop then. I did watch an interesting programme about brains tonight and it tickled a few ideas I had been mulling over, so perhaps that’ll all come up and out in some or other creative wash on the morrow (or later…) – I hope so, otherwise I’ll be crankier than the G cat when she was denied chicken or some other delicious meat she SO felt was due her. I find I really miss her right now. She was always good for a cuddle and an opinion when things were going tits up. Also, as you are all aware, she could be relied on to walk across the keypad at random, though always fairly crucial, moments and create the sort of fluid prose I can only dream of. I am also feeling guilty that I ate so much chicken tonight – her portion as well as mine, probably – and now am uncomfortably full…and have the cheek to wonder why the weight won’t shift quicker…
