Dog Tired

A tired dogI think I’m suffering from a spot of burn out. All the signs are there: not overly tired but unable to raise myself to get into anything for any length of time. It’s not like I haven’t been varying my work or making any progress to get excited about, it’s been a good month, I just can’t summon up any desire.

All the big plates that I’ve been spinning so successfully are still whizzing round, I just can’t be bothered running after them any longer. I need to slow up for a day or two and chill; I need to get my energy back. But the very thought of that (lying low) disturbs me, because I have a night out this Saturday, and then next weekend I am off to Amsterdam for a couple of nights. So really I should be ploughing on as hard as possible so I can really let my hair down.

There’s nothing worse than feeling as though I’ve wasted a day when I could have been writing or working on something to do with my GDRs.

I received an email from my new editor at TLB this morning which contained all the new writers’ guidelines and a personal introduction letter. It’s the first time any of the four editors I’ve had have actually outlined what is expected in detail, so it was a most welcome email. It makes me think what a pleasure it is going to be to work for someone so organised and friendly! No assignments in yet for this month, though, so hopefully those will be forthcoming now the company seems a bit more settled.

Another piece of good news is that I have a working title for the sequel to Hunting Jack. I say “working”, but it’s so good at bringing together the plots of the protagonist, the antagonist, and the love interest, it may just be the one I end up using. There’s a good chance I will.


It sounds a bit soppy, but with the right cover design, and with knowledge of the story, it’s a triple-meaning title. I quite like it; it’s unlike anything I’ve gone for before.

I was mega busy at the day job. Of my three-person team, one colleague is off long term sick, and the other short term sick, so I was on my own to cover phones, mailboxes, and all my own projects. It made the day go faster, and took my mind off things for a while.

I left work at the usual time but instead of simply walking home in the fresh air, I walked into the small of burning. As I got nearer Brandon Terrace, billowing smoke got thicker, and at first I thought there was a fire behind a nearby tenement building. As I got closer, I realised it WAS the tenement building on fire, and the flames had totally destroyed the roof and were visible out of the top. I also noticed the only other person in the street (other than the traffic) had no idea where the smoke was coming from because she was sitting at the bus stop directly underneath the building on fire behind her.

I dialled 999 and got straight through to the emergency switchboard, who then put me through to a local Fire Service operator. Within a couple of minutes, and I mean a couple of minutes, the Lothian and Borders Fire and Rescue Service from MacDonald Road had assembled two PAs (Pumping Appliances) and an ALP (Aerial Ladder Platform) High Reach Appliance, screeched along Broughton Street, and was putting out the fire. (That’s my Slick research into the Fire Service coming in handy there).

I have to say – totally impressed with both the professionalism of the switchboard operators and the speed of the Fire Service response. And to think they had to go on strike a few years ago because the Government wanted to screw them? Worth every penny if you ask me.

I made some tortellini with garlic bread for dinner, and once I got Laura out to Guides I lay and watched some TV with Mopsy on my tummy for an hour or so. Yes, I know, I’m a sad bastard but I don’t care.

Then I went for a long, hot bath, a read of The Brooklyn Follies, and topped it all off with an episode of The Sopranos. Totally chilled, totally relaxed, and totally just what I needed.

About Colin Galbraith

Keen runner, thriller author, Madness fan, Mets fan, St Mirren fan/owner, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannolis & espressos. #LFGM
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1 Response to Dog Tired

  1. Give yourself the weekend off to replenish the creative well and then push hard during the week next week so you can enjoy the weekend.

    And, much as I hate to suggest it, you might want to be a little careful on your night out so you don’t lose all of Sunday. You’ll more than make up for it in Amsterdam next weekend, but at least you won’t plow into a busy week feeling like crap.

    We’re not 18 anymore; we have to start taking recovery time into consideration! 😉

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