I uh… I don’t – six months in and I’ve run out of bloggin steam. This will be very short.
Drinking is going terribly (i.e. there has been a lot of drinking) but on the plus side I’ve not done anything inutterably stupid whilst under the influence lately so, yunno, that is a step. Having said that I’m about to go on a works do with added karaoke which definitely has the capacity to end in tears.
I went on my sisters hen weekend which was crazy crazy and so much fun – I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did but how can she have possibly when I got to gatecrash a gig and play tambourine with a bemused guitarist/singer. HA HA! It was great!
We finally got Osc his fish which is still miraculously alive and I am getting quite attached to. He swims up to the top of the tank when you approach cos he thinks he might get fed, which has led to me concluding he is a sort of superior, intelligent goldfish. His name is Swishy McDishy. Tho he could easily be a girl.
I’d almost completely given up thinking about the novel or doing anything about it then I went to Writers Group on Sunday and I feel all sort of bouyed up. It IS funny and it is commercial (I think) so yeah just write the damn thing already. I entered the Poetry London competition with a poem that RHYMES so am not really expecting to place but I just feel a bit like I’ve not been writing much new lately. Have provisionally said I’ll do something at the Bloomsbury Festival but no idea what yet! It was great last year so there’s a slight fear it couldn’t possibly be that good again. What else, what else? Oh, keeping in the poetry vein I am half thinking of putting a pamphlet out – I could sell it at gigs I thought, for a couple of quid. Would you buy one? Let me know…
