I slept in this morning. It took me 20 minutes to leap out of bed like little Lester, get showered, dressed, download my emails, and leave the house. As I was walking round to the bus stop I felt myself shifting involuntarily back into the dream I was having before I woke and I almost his a lamppost in mid-stride slumber.
I missed the bus by one minute and had to wait for the number 25 that goes up Leith Walk and into town the slow way. I waited with my iPod playing the best of The Pixies – a good way to start any day – and when the bus arrived I stepped on and wondered why all the adults were crammed into the bottom deck. I went up the stairs to get a seat and was confronted by a sea of light blue school uniforms, flying pieces of paper, small people jumping around on each other, and excited chatter. It was the school run, and I had to walk right through it all to find the only solitary seat. I turned up my iPod to full and sat down, aware I was now in no-man’s land without any hope. Thankfully, the gorgeous blonde with the tight blouse and mini skirt was thinking the same as me, and she sat alongside me as if making some form of unconscious yell for a body guard. I provided cover as any gentleman would.
I made a good start on GitG over lunch with around 1200 words done. It would have been a lot more at that point of the day had I not missed the bus, but hey, what can you do? I intend to get ahead on Saturday and Sunday so I get this first draft done and dusted. In the back of my mind is Irvine Welsh’s advice I took from the book festival this year: “Just get the damn thing down on paper first, and then worry about shaping it.” It makes sense, and it saves me from siding off into areas of self-doubt, uncertainty, and therefore procrastinationville.
After some housework I dealt with more website problems for a client, which kept me from the page, but I managed another couple of thousand in the evening before I called a halt.
Since I’m playing my single Dad role tomorrow, I’ve worked out a meticulous plan for the day to enable me to take care of all my tasks as well as getting in as much writing time as possible. Should be fun.
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