Obssessive, Compulsive (Sad) Writer

21 Apr

This last month I’ve hardly been out. I’ve been obsessed – with writing. And writing. And did I mention: writing? Whilst Mr. F. has been tearing up the road on his bike training for The Tour of Flanders, I’ve struggled to make  it round the corner to the shops.  My social life has been bleaker than Scarborough North landing at the end of November. My characters are my friends. I’ve been living their lives. Ha – sad, loner writer, imprisoned in the attic with nothing but chocolate and Rufus for company!

What a bizarre combination: chocolate covered cherries (that Mr F. brought back from his Tour of Flanders,) fat Lindt Rabbit, sickly sweet strawberry confections from Hotel Chocolat, the glittering dark grandeur of  Rufus’ “All Days Are Nights, Songs for Lulu”.

And last week was exhausted and depressed, flat on my back. I could hardly move – it was killing me. In retrospect, think I needed to stop. ( Needed to experience  the joys of daytime TV and trashy novels again.)

Well I’m back writing and blogging this week, more determined than ever. I will finish chapters twenty nine and thirty. “State of my Heart” is going to be finished this year! Speaking of Rufus there’s another reason I’m smiling this week – I saw him at City Hall at the weekend.


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