Okay. Perhaps fifty pages was being a little unrealistic, I realise that now. I did, however, manage to write twenty-one on Friday and another eleven so far today, so I’m convinced that writer’s block is a thing of the past. I can now sit at my laptop with hands poised over the keyboard – a bit like Lang Lang about to play a piece by Brahms – and the words flow. Wonderful! I hope the end product will be, too!
It’s been a strange couple of days: the unfortunate, untimely, unexpected passing of an acquaintance; then clearing out some more of LM’s things – nine more bags and boxes for the charity shop. I feel as if I’m dismantling her whole life. Things that were so wonderful for her and meant so much to her are going to strangers. But I’m cheered by the thought that they’re going to raise funds for the wonderful Haven’s Hospice people and that makes me feel better. It’s been nine weeks since she died; so that’s nine weeks since I’ve seen her. In some ways it seems less than that and in others it feels like a lifetime. Feelings are too raw to even write about yet.
It’s been the end of the Paralympics and Andy Murray has reached the final of the US Open, but because I haven’t got Sky I couldn’t see it. Why do I pay my TV licence? And the ‘usband, who was working all day, was texting at regular intervals to ask what was happening.
It’s scorching hot here in Westcliff today, but apparently that all changes tomorrow. So it’ll be an ideal day to sit at my laptop and play the Sweet Lady Concerto. In other words, stop faffing and get on with it!!
