Sunday, 27 September 2009

This that and t'other

I pink pen has formed around 1500 words this morning (go pink pen!) and I'm fairly satisfied with that for a Sunday morning. I'll do some more later.
After I'd walked the dog I made a pot of tea and set myself up on the end of the sofa with paper and my pink pen and worked for a couple of hours. In that time I drank the pot of tea, ate a few grapes and wondered if I could be bothered to go into the kitchen to get something with chocolate on it. I managed to talk myself out of the chocolate because I don't want to get into the habit of needing it to get the creative juices flowing. The hips are big enough as it is.
Anyway, I'd reached a natural break after those 1500 or so words so I put that to one side and have allowed myself a little time for answering emails and blogging before I go and start roasting potatoes.
I had a look back at archived posts wondering what I was doing this time last year and the year before that. Turns out it was pretty much what I am doing now except that 2 years ago was when I had all that rubbish stuff going on in my life. I read a few of the coments that were left to various posts and I noticed that people were visiting and commenting then that haven't commented for ages so maybe they're not around any more. Or maybe they don't visit here any more. Maybe I'll look them up and see that they're still around.
I've got a nice little break coming up in a weeks time so my head is full of that at the moment. I have to sort out a lot of stuff at work before I go and there was a lot going on there this week without the fact that I start my holiday on Thursday night. I have loads of washing and ironing to do (always a joy) and currently have no cases. They were lent to someone in February and I haven't seen them since. I have been told that I will have them by the end of the week. I'm really looking forward to it as I feel the need for a break.
We usually have a holiday around this time of year so I thought I might set myself the challange of paying for next years break from what I earn from writing. Good job I didn't do that this year because we wouldn't have made it to the end of the road and back. No to be fair to myself I probably earned enough to pay for a night in the hotel - maybe even a night and a half.
Yes, I'm going to do that. Right here and right now I challange myself to earn enough from writing to pay for next years holiday.


Jarmara Falconer said...

Good luck with your writing-a- holiday challange, I shall look forward to seeing whether you can fulfil it.

We have a bit of luck this week in our household. My much beloved lost his job after the bankers foreclosed his company, but in the same week he been for a job interview and had been offered another job, Thank God!

Colette said...

Phew Jarmara, thank goodness for that. Sadly I along with thousands of others know how that feels. It's a very precarious working world that we live in right now.
I'll keep you updated about the "Write a Holiday" challenge.

Bluestocking Mum said...

Well done on a productive day. Keep going.

It is funny how blogs and readers change - and how new people find you. Everything changes. It's a good thing.

Lily Sheehan said...

You are so strong willed, I cannot write without chocolate - I have convinced myself it is the key to all my writing powers. I have a secret stash of kitkats in a suitcase which I also should be filling with holiday clothes for next week!

Colette said...

You're right BSM, change is good. It's what keeps things fresh.
I don't often have willpower where chocolate is concerned Lily. The other day was something to be celebrated. Couldn't you fit a few kitkays in the suitcase along with the holiday clothes.

Lily Sheehan said...

To be fair, I still haven't unpacked from the last holiday so they are all in there together. I'm hoping to be be finished with the first draft on Sunday so there should be no more need for the secret stash.

Colette said...

Good luck getting the first draft finished. I had to resort to chocolate this morning when I was having a bad time at the day job. Unfortunately in my temper I ate too much and ended up feeling decidedly queezy.