That Friday Feeling
Plans for the weekend...
Have to go to a pantomime tomorrow, a trip which Mother-in-Law (henceforth known as MIL) organised, but didn't ask anyone if they wanted to go to. So me, Him, His brother and sister and their families, MIL and all her church friends (yes, it's that kind of outing) are all being loaded onto a coach at midday, driven a mercifully short way down the road, and then being subjected to a couple of hours of piss-poor panto acting. Oh joy. Note to self: take hipflask of neat vodka.
After that I'll be guaranteed to need a large drink, but will most probably be denied the bright lights (well, dim lights, but you know what I mean) of our favourite bar and will be, instead, subjected to an evening with His family, which would be alright if they didn't all bitch behind each other's backs and act nice to each other's faces, resulting in a thinly disguised layer of animosity hanging over the gathering.
Sunday I'm going to clear out the bigger of our two spare rooms (because the box room is His 'studio' and apart from the music equipment, also has the cupboard space for the boxes and boxes of crap that he refuses to sort out or get rid of. The one area where we clash spectacularly is my minimalism v his hoarding) and turn it into my writing room. I reckon I can shove the spare bed into a corner and fit my desk under the window. I managed to productively clear all the crap out of my laptop's memory, so despite the fact it's ten years old, it now wordprocesses perfectly. And what more does a girl need? So, desk, chair, laptop, window... oh, that's the thing I'm spectacularly lacking in: TIME!
At this rate the book will be finished sometime around 2025, which wasn't quite the original plan. Have a feeling He and I are going to have to have a little talk about me getting writing time while He does... well, whatever! The man has a Playstation, so I'm sure he can find some way to fill a couple of hours every evening... I'd happily write while he did stuff in his studio, but short of soundproofing the room with egg cartons, I can't think of a way to block out the noise effectively enough to let me concentrate!
Fuck, have now wasted a significant amount of work time writing this.
Laters, xx
Have to go to a pantomime tomorrow, a trip which Mother-in-Law (henceforth known as MIL) organised, but didn't ask anyone if they wanted to go to. So me, Him, His brother and sister and their families, MIL and all her church friends (yes, it's that kind of outing) are all being loaded onto a coach at midday, driven a mercifully short way down the road, and then being subjected to a couple of hours of piss-poor panto acting. Oh joy. Note to self: take hipflask of neat vodka.
After that I'll be guaranteed to need a large drink, but will most probably be denied the bright lights (well, dim lights, but you know what I mean) of our favourite bar and will be, instead, subjected to an evening with His family, which would be alright if they didn't all bitch behind each other's backs and act nice to each other's faces, resulting in a thinly disguised layer of animosity hanging over the gathering.
Sunday I'm going to clear out the bigger of our two spare rooms (because the box room is His 'studio' and apart from the music equipment, also has the cupboard space for the boxes and boxes of crap that he refuses to sort out or get rid of. The one area where we clash spectacularly is my minimalism v his hoarding) and turn it into my writing room. I reckon I can shove the spare bed into a corner and fit my desk under the window. I managed to productively clear all the crap out of my laptop's memory, so despite the fact it's ten years old, it now wordprocesses perfectly. And what more does a girl need? So, desk, chair, laptop, window... oh, that's the thing I'm spectacularly lacking in: TIME!
At this rate the book will be finished sometime around 2025, which wasn't quite the original plan. Have a feeling He and I are going to have to have a little talk about me getting writing time while He does... well, whatever! The man has a Playstation, so I'm sure he can find some way to fill a couple of hours every evening... I'd happily write while he did stuff in his studio, but short of soundproofing the room with egg cartons, I can't think of a way to block out the noise effectively enough to let me concentrate!
Fuck, have now wasted a significant amount of work time writing this.
Laters, xx
posted by Mookmoo at 11:19 am
1 Comments:
Girlie, you sound like you could do with some distraction. Either this weekend or next, if you're free, let's meet up in our nation's capital, do something cultural that will inspire our own endeavours and then drink some gin in the Spitz. What d'ya reckon? xx
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