So here we are in March. Already! It seems only days ago that we were taking down the Christmas tree. Actually, it was only days ago. Well, I may not have mentioned this before, but I’m currently living with my daughter in her spare room, (I live in the spare room, we don’t share it!) and all my worldly belongings are crammed into there and the little box room. I moved in on the first of December, and to cheer myself up I stuck up a tiny fibre optic Christmas tree, although, as things turned out, I only switched it on once. It was stuck in the corner of the room and I had so much junk around it that I forgot all about it and only finally took it down and packed it away when I sorted the bedroom out last week.
Anyway, I digress. Spring is almost here. The skies have been decidedly brighter lately, daffodils are appearing, snowdrops are everywhere and when I gaze out of the office window longing for home time there is still daylight. It won’t be long before I’m actually leaving work in the light instead of darkness. I can’t wait. I get decidedly gloomy in the winter and find it very hard to see the positive side of things. I love spring. Everything seems so fresh and clean and new and there is a feeling of optimism and hope in the air. Or is that just me?
I always loved Easter more than I loved Christmas. That may have had something to do with the endless supply of chocolate Easter eggs but I doubt it. I mean, we were hardly short of chocolate at Christmas. No, it was just the feeling of a clean page. I’ve always loved that feeling. Could explain why just lately I’ve been staring at so many of them…
Yep, I’m still struggling with the novel at the moment. My mind is full of different ideas and I just can’t make up my mind which one to go with, which is why I haven’t gone with any. I did buy a nice new notebook, though. That’s always a treat. I’ve written two thousand words every day this week in an effort to unblock my mind and unravel the tangled ball of wool that my novel has become. Instead, I’ve written about five different beginnings and I’m still not sure I’ve found the right one. I have a whole load of later scenes that are absolutely fine, but it’s getting to them that’s proving the problem. And I’m really not sure what to do about it at the moment.
On the plus side, I’ve been reading. Just finished Vampire State of Mind by the wonderfully talented Jane Lovering. My review of that is available elsewhere on this blog, and also on Goodreads and Amazon. If you haven’t read it I really do recommend it. I’ve also been watching the creepy new programme Lightfields. It was so scary that I had to have every light in the house on just to go upstairs afterwards. Scary stuff and I just don’t mix. I’ll still be watching the next episode, though. Ooh, and the new David Tennant programme starts next week, too. Must NOT miss that!
I’m just about to start reading An Englishwoman’s Guide to the Cowboy by June Kearns, one of the four lovely ladies who make up the New Romantics 4. I’m really looking forward to that.
And my other big news this week is that I have booked my theory test. Yes, at the grand old age of 49 I am resuming driving lessons and taking the next step to independence. I was taking lessons early last year, but unfortunately my instructor was unable to work for several months and so I haven’t driven for eight months now. I’ve probably forgotten everything I learned, but I’m absolutely determined that this will be the year I finally pass my test. Fingers crossed!
So with everything going on it promises to be a very busy spring. All I need now is to get on with this dratted novel. How to untangle the threads and work my way through it? That is the question that will be preoccupying me most this month, I fear. Sometimes I think I should just give up and forget all about it. Life would be much easier and less stressful if I didn’t write. Just think of all the books I could read, all the television I could watch, all the people I could visit…
Something stops me. Something always makes me carry on, no matter how stressful it is. Something tells me that I have to do this, the alternative is really unbearable. I suppose that says something after all…
Have a great week x