posted on 08 August 2009 10:07 by DavidR

Writing and trying to get back into the groove


¦ dialling in from Jesus Mound ¦

09:45 GMT, Saturday 8th August 2009. Listening to "$50 Pistol" by Hybrid on my MP3 player.  Sitting at the oak refectory table, the cavernous room glowing with pale yellow sunlight streaming in through the skylights.  Yesterday was a strange day.  I started to think about all the people I "should" get in touch with whilst being up here and then got caught in a mental tussle with my desire to get back to writing.  The result was me falling out with myself.  I wasted the morning sitting around doing nothing... feeling grumpy.  Eventually I headed out for a walk but then the lingering trace of man-flu had me breaking out into a cold sweat and feeling odd, and a little voice in my head harping on suggesting I'd be better served going back home and... writing.  I wandered around, not particularly happy, for a while then found a cafe, touched down with a strong Americano and began pulling together notes for Dog Eat Dog.  Another annoyance, the novel is ready to write but I've got and thought-up this need for a series of blog entries, inserted between chapters, telling a seperate story within the story.  It's a challenge and a pain, but I feel I should give it a go.  

I got home and somehow the afternoon didn't yeild any creativity.  I went for a 4 mile walk.  I came home again and ended-up drinking half a bottle of wine and watching shite TV until after midnight. Great use of your time, Dave, well done mate.

So I've just set my alarm to go off in 45.  Then I'll take  15 minute snooze and get back to it.  DaVinci method, can you blow a gentle breath onto the embers of my creativity and bring back the blaze I once enjoyed?

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