Digging Holes

A hole in the ground Hell of a busy weekend that was. But then it usually is on the run up to holiday season. But before I could even think about doing anything of a literary nature, I had some labouring to do in the garden first thing on Saturday morning. It involved digging holes, breaking up concrete, laying new concrete, and general tidying up after the event. It took me and my father-in-law 6 hours to complete it to a stage before having to leave the concrete to dry, though I’d been out clearing the area from 7:45am. In other words, it was a long and knackering start to my weekend.

It had looked set to be a sunny and warm Saturday when I first began work, but by late afternoon the drizzle had started and it turned into heavy rain for the rest of the night. This didn’t really affect the concrete we’d laid, but it did mean I couldn’t relax in the garden like I’d wanted to.

I rang the EBF ticket office and I was delighted to find, yet again, how helpful they are up there. I explained the double-booking situation and they were only too happy to refund the money for the extra tickets I’d accidentally booked for all my events due to technical problems. It was a huge relief because the balance was almost £190. I wonder who got the spare tickets because most of the events and workshops I booked up to were sold out when I checked the site again last night.

I got dinner out of the way and managed to do some work on one of the websites for a client, as well as a chapter and a half of Slick, before I had to stop for the night. No matter; I knew I’d get most of Sunday to work on it all anyway.

And Sunday began pretty much the same way as Saturday; up at 7am and on with my work gear to refill the concreted holes in the garden. I got that out of the way and it left me clear to try get as much of the work I need to get through before I got away at the end of the week.

I got all my the important work completed on the second website for my main client; a foreign property site that has the potential to be a long-term gig if it works out. I also got through 8 chapters of Slick, which included some of the major decisions I had to make and apply to the story.

My head was buzzing by the time I finished and I was physically knackered from all the manual work I’d been doing. With no time left to take a long bath to relax (it was 9:45pm), I decided there was only one thing for it to top off the weekend – Chinese takeaway with a large bottle of Irn-Bru.

Slick Final Editing (Chapters)