Monthly Archives: November, 2009
Sarcasm personified
“Ooh!” I say. I am on Facebook. I point to someone with the same surname as MindReader. It is quite an unusual surname and I was just saying the other day that I have never met anyone with his surname (apart from his family). “Look,” I say. “Hmm?” he says, leaving over my shoulder (because …
On my most dicussed topic
“Check this out,” MindReader says. Over the past few weeks he has made a few trips to his home and brought back various random things to put in our loft, from Aston Villa Football Club Russian dolls to his graduation photo WITH HIS EX. “Ooh what?” I say, turning my head. “My shirt from school,” …
After about a hundred ‘how is your health?’ emails…
I read the final line of a short story and set the pages down on the table. I had forgotten how stressful reading aloud can be and I am ashamed to realise I am out of breath. It is one thing writing about your bowel movements on the internet and another thing entirely to read …
Tat
“What does ‘out of the question’ mean?” I say to MindReader. It is time for bedtime learning. “It means like – God – how to explain? Like not even within the realms of consideration…” “And what does beside the point mean?” “Um… like irrelevant,” he says. “How are you writing a book?” “Because it won’t …
Tit
“Is the west midlands a county?” I say to MindReader. We are lying facing each other in bed. I often learn a lot at this time of night. “Yes,” he says. “Is the Midlands?” “No. But it is the middle of the lands…?” “Ooh yes,” I say, “oooh, I like that.” This is I confess, …
We bought the herbal one and it actually worked: no snoring at all.
We are in Boots, developing photographs for our hall, stairs and landing. Yes, we have become middle class suburban people. “I look dead in this one,” I say to MindReader. We have been experimenting with colour splash, that is, one bit of colour on an otherwise black and white photo. This all works very well …
Ah, MindReader
Behold!
Wordles
I have written 20,000 words of my novel. The self-doubt demons are at bay, because, for the first time in my life, I have got past the ‘setting up the storyline’ part and am actually writing it. Considering I wrote 40,000 words of the other novel this demonstrates how terribly boring I can be. Anyway, …
Self doubt demons
Everything is prepared for me to write. Washing on, dishwasher done, coffee made, desk tidied, my list of what I like in a novel pinned definantly to my wall. I am behind on my wordcount. And I have reached the end of the bits I’d planned out. Now, I only really know some vague notions …
The sea between us only amplifies the sound waves / Every hum and echo and crash paints my cave
I giggle as I slide into our living room. “The rug stops me now!” I say. We have been to Ikea and the bank is broken as predicted. “It smells of new carpet,” MindReader says, screwing the legs onto our new end table. “Mmm,” I say. He sets the end table upright and we admire …
