Calton Hill Pt.2

Calton Hill, EdinburghNot a good day is some aspects, but good in others. I’ll get the bad stuff out the way first.

I visited the chippy for dinner for the second night in a row. This time I got a Black Pudding supper and a can of Irn-Bru. It was ok, but I felt sick with grease and guilt afterwards. I‘ve probably put on a couple of pounds because of it – well, that and the second 150g bar of chocolate I ate in the afternoon while working in my office.

I know, I know, It’s disgusting and I’m utterly ashamed of myself. But then, this is the week I couple actual physical training with the diet I’ve been on, so I reckon I’ll burn it off soon enough. It’s the first real failure of will I’ve suffered, but once in three months after losing over a stone isn’t the worst thing in the world.

On the good side, I wrote the first chapter of the new Jackie McCann novel in my head while standing at the top of Calton Hill for the second day in a row. The general premise for the book has been in my head all along, but I’ve been unable to find the spice that I needed to make it work. And today it came to me as I looked out over Edinburgh, pretending to be Jackie himself.

It was a late decision to go up the hill. I had gone for a walk around noon and found myself on a bus going up Leith Walk, when I just thought, “bugger it; it’s not a bad day – what the hell!” So off I went.

I must have stood on the east viewpoint – precisely the same point I stood with Laura the day before – for about half an hour. This time, though, without the distractions of a kid nattering constantly in my ear, I heard the start of the book unfold in my mind’s ear. Before I knew it, I was standing amongst the characters, the idea no longer merely an idea, the story growing inside me. And once that happens, I guess it’s only a matter of time.

I couldn’t start writing it today as I have two deadlines for tomorrow that I am now struggling to meet. I have to complete the three drug rehab articles AND have the editing of an e-book done for one of my editors. I may have to ask for an extra 24 hours on that one.

I made things worse by listening to the recording of one of the regular afternoon plays on the BBC Radio 4 website, and updating my blogs to WordPress 2.5; a fancy new-look release that does much of the same, though I’ve yet to really use it. I’m getting in the mood for writing a play, I just don’t know what about yet. Funny that Script Frenzy starts tomorrow but I’m not doing it. I tried that last year without much of an idea and it only wasted my time. Once I have a solid idea – if I ever do – I’ll tackle it then.

With time ticking on, and probably because of the clocks going forward last night, it was later than I realised when dusk came. It had passed 8pm, and so that’s when I went out to grab dinner. The less said about that the better.

By the time I had done some more of the editing on the book and the articles, I was too tired to concentrate on much else. They are getting there, it’s just I’m not as far on as I wanted to be. So I went to bed and watched a film: Cube – most strange but enough to divert my mind elsewhere for 90 minutes.

About Colin Galbraith

Thriller author, music fan, St Mirren fan, fluff chucker, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannoli.
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