All I Have Is Time

Editing is making me feel a little more positive this morning. Despite the fact that editing usually makes me feel like Sweeney Todd, murderously cutting bits of my manuscript. As I read through it I can see it getting lots better. I can see the actual shape of it, the drive pushing its way through and I'm really pleased with how it is going so far. It's a good few months of being ready to submit anywhere.

On another positive note I have found a way around a dilemma at the end of the novel. Death is not always the end! Well strictly speaking it kind of is but not if you find a clever way around it!

Had a quiet weekend watching Box sets of House compulsively. I do find that I have a lot in common with the main character in House. I love the way he says inappropriate things that are shocking but hilariously funny at the same time. My favourite was this comment to his african american colleague who tried to write on his white board: He said "there's a reason they're called white boards. It wasn't my idea I'm just saying". Then his colleague said "give me the black marker" and took the pen off him. Hilarious, not pc but hilarious!

It's Okay To Go Slow

After feeling a little bit down about not doing much writing these past few days I've discovered that it is actually okay to go slow and do other things. On Saturday I went to watch an amazing production of Pride & Prejudice in an outdoor theatre in the grounds of Dunham Massey. It was wonderful, despite the fact I'm not a great Jane Austen fan I really enjoyed it. We had a picnic, sat huddled under cardigans as the night set in and I watched loads of rabbits and squirrels tearing around the garden not caring that there were over 500 people sat not one hundred metres away.

On Sunday I watched the Wimbledon final (sorry Nadal didn't win Sam) and then had a barbecue. Despite being absolutely exhausted it was really nice to have a packed weekend and just enjoy myself doing things that didn't include obsessing about my writing.

On Thursday night I went to The Octagon theatre and watched Sweeney Todd. The main reason I went was because my sister had designed a poster at Uni and it was displayed in the bar. The production was actually really really good (if it hadn't finished I would recommend it to anyone) and my sister's poster looked amazing on the wall. She was so proud of it I couldn't help but smile. My sister is a true testament to the fact that eventually you can pull yourself back together after falling apart.