>I thought The Magic of Wilderness was history. It was a good exercise, because it got me writing again, but I wasn’t surprised that it wasn’t placed in the competition as it was a bit rushed. Only it was placed. I got a runners up prize. Not a monetary prize, granted, but a prize all the same. The exercise served its purpose and if it’s published, which it probably will be, there’s another publication in the port folio.
A good start to the day yesterday. I went on to submit another query – I’m on a roll – and 4 readers’ letters and fillers. This brings this week’s submissions to 13. And my internet came back up at lunch time. Blinkin’ ‘eck.
I had a really unhealthy but nice bacon, cheese and mushroom sandwich, followed by the last of the trifle, then walked up to the letterbox in the sunshine with Holly wondering whether or not to follow me. Domino was curled up fast asleep in the basket on the windowsill in front of my writing desk.
It seems I’m a morning person for I had an hour or so of faffing with things before heading off for a 5:15pm appointment at the hairdresser. I didn’t stay, though, as I’ve decided to let the hair grow out to its natural colour now, whatever that may be. Probably grey. I’ve got a lot of eczema along the hairline and I want to give my scalp a rest. I just wish I’d had the confidence to do it when I was skint as I’d’ve saved myself a fortune every month. It also gives me back 2 hours of my life every month.
The No Contacts, No Problem … book suggests identifying 50 possible markets for freelance material. Fifty?! Impossible, I thought. But when I rounded up what was lying around home and my office, I actually had 30, without really trying. So I want to find 20 more, including the daily and weekend newspaper supplements. It’s not as hard as it looks.
Reading all of these books is having an effect. This morning I woke with 3 article ideas in my head, 1 fully fleshed out, 1 partially fleshed out, and 1 just starting. First thing I did was write them in my writing journal so I didn’t lose them. Then I added 3 more that I believe are virtually ready to go, but not written down anywhere yet. So I wrote them down.
I’m certainly exercising that muscle – now all I need to do is start exercising that bum glue.
I think I passed another crime scene unfolding on my drive in to work this morning. One of the 2 tattoo studios had several police vehicles outside, the door was open (they don’t exactly do office hours in tattoo studios), and there were people milling around in white SOCO suits. I’m going to have to do some investigation to see what that’s all about, but it’s given me a dim flicker of an idea …
Today is my last day in the office for a fortnight, my sister’s coming tomorrow so I want to Hoover the house and get the spare room ready, we’re going to see Freddie Starr tomorrow night, then I have Sunday evening from teatime in Castleford for 2 gigs. I also still want to think about that baking.
I’m resisting chocolate. But it’s starting to hurt …