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Today is the Summer Solstice. In astronomical terms it’s when the sun’s apparent position in the sky reaches its northernmost extreme, and appears to come to a standstill before reversing in direction. In Scottish terms it means we will enjoy our longest daytime period of rainfall in the year. It also means the start of the Glastonbury music festival—oh yes!
I’ve got a week off shift, so with my Monday morning I spent it writing in the coffee shop; happy memories of Sunday’s lunch there with my daughter were still fresh. The writing wasn’t anything specific or in-depth: general notes on fixing the plot holes in GATECRASH, an idea or two about a new short story, and some initial thoughts about where I am with the BACCARA re-write.
I made it a short day in the office, too. I arrived at 10am and left at 3.30pm. My reasoning was two fold: it would give me more time to work in the evening but I had also arranged to meet my daughter in town at 4 o’clock to run a wee errand.
That errand was valuable to us both, but more (I think) for me on many more levels—more than I was expecting. As I write this now, I feel like I’m awakening to something that could be quite important in my life, and that without realising it, feel as though it may always have been there.
Have you ever been looking for an answer to something without being sure what that might be? I have, and yesterday I realised the answers may always been right in front of me—I was just asking the wrong questions. Suddenly, I can see a vista before me and no matter where I look, there it is.
Back home in the evening and I launched myself into the next chapter of the BACCARA BURNING re-write. It’s still going well and the momentum is holding, and so far, so is the story. There are rocky waters ahead though, because I’ve sailed these seas before. For now though, it’s all eyes to the front and all hands on deck.
Happy 21st of June everyone—peace out!