Things I've Done This Week Instead of Writing My Novel (3)

Found a new font to use for blog posts (the same one I'm writing my novel in). Debated a new surname. Rescued a cat. Bought a tired old sideboard. Used the word 'daren't'. Had many successful trips to the loo, which is something I will always celebrate, even eight years on from my emergency intestine surgeries. (the surgeries were emergencies, not the intestines)

Eaten the finest homemade focaccia sarnies. Danced to Sean Paul in my living room at 11pm. Drank a bit of cooking scotch over ice on my patio at 11:12pm. Let Dad sand down the tired old sideboard, then put my new TV on top of it. Been on a promising first date, a fairly average second date, and a wholesome third date. Sold some clothes on Vinted. Sold some soul to AI. Watched my favourite film for the first time in a good while, on a big inflatable screen, after dark in Preston Park. Celebrated a lot of anniversaries that arguably aren't ones for celebrating. Made birthday plans. Had cocktails at my friend's new bar. Gone a bit mad posting silly content on social media, because, why not?  Seen old friends who are just as chaotically minded as me, but much more brilliant. Bought a bit of pottery for my boss. Celebrated Summer Solstice with some cards and candles. Cried over a photo of a friend's first baby. Lusted after a £750 pink vintage sideboard. Wondered who I'll grow old with. 

Sent some words to the ever-faithful ever-patient literary agent, and been told I write like a dream, I'm great at starting things but not quite as good at finishing - but we're determined now. 

Photo by Nihat Küçük.

Thank you for reading.

G. x