It’s been a week-and-a-half since I finished ‘person-hair’. Spent the time catching up at work, chilling and, most importantly, catching up on my reading.
I also notice I’ve neglected my journal for the last month or so. Double-plus ungood. So I’ve kick-started that again these last couple of days.
I need to write every day, otherwise I start to fold back in on myself. If anything, that first 30 minutes of each day, where I read over what I wrote the day before and tease each idea out a little more, is vital to my approaching the day in a positive frame of mind.
I also saw the fall this week. First time in eight years and they were brilliant. Ok, not ‘1983’ brilliant – or even ‘1999’ brilliant, but smith’s spent the best part of the last forty years right out on the fucking edge, so yeah, he’s starting to curl at the edges. He lasted thirty minutes onstage, before performing one song from behind the guitar amp, then doing the next couple offstage. He came back on and managed one more and it was over.
now, why not read the novel that started it all? 1919 (inside)
Guaranteed – absolutely NO traces of horse DNA anywhere in this novel. And that’s the truth – or my name’s not David Cameron.