under another sun

Up with the lark this morning. I started work at 7:20. Tom arrived and went to bed after his night shift. I tapped hard today, reaching 40 thousand words on the Nothing compares to you story , and have been reviewing and considering how to alter the marketing project I'd called A Galaxy of Light-bulbs for Kindle too. First thing to change will be its name I think. Spoke to Mum who was cheery, despite having to go off for a routine hospital visit. Calliope spending twenty minutes biffing my ink pen repeatedly onto the floor. Otherwise overcast and occasional light rain today. Most of it when I broke off for a couple of hour walk to oxygenate my brain up in the middle of the day, while listening to the audiobook of Carrie , by Stephen King. I see quite a link from Ray Bradbury to King, in the American flavour of the stories. More work, and then chatting briefly to Tom before he made off again in the evening, made a salad and relaxed with Lorraine when she got home. Watched the ...

Happy start to my day, with a note read in bed (sent a little after midnight) from Matthew at the Horla website saying he would use my post on horror for his site. Otherwise, a productive morning although constantly plagued by the cats, getting back in the saddle with the long story currently called Nothing compares to you . In the afternoon I went to the gym and felt pretty good afterwards. Finished listening to Rosemary's Baby on the walk home. It was very much of its time, but nicely done by Ira Levin. Liked how a mother's love trumps the fact her baby has hooves, horn buds and golden eyes at the end. Home and some more work before Lorraine arrived having had a trickier day. Maureen phoned to say she was cycling on a machine to keep her legs good. An early night.

Weather has gone cold again. Frost this morning, and hail last night. First day without any freelance work for a while. I focused on Nothing compares to you , my horror story. Slight banging on the roof of my study at 7:45, which caused me to swear, but after this initial noise they all left.  Worked on the story, went for a walk in the park, worked on the story and watched the lunchtime news and worked on the story again. An interlude of an hour struggling with my Apple ID. Had to enter my password, which no longer seemed to work, and I was being sent pictures of Cardiff saying someone was trying to sign on there. I think the location was erroneous, and it was me signing in triggered this. But I ended up having to get in touch with Apple support to make sure I wasn't being compromised. Gah. A pleasant evening out with Anton, a few bars, an enormous amount of chat as we hadn't caught up for some time and several beers that needed drinking. He'd been to Romania for wor...

Only a poltergeist-lite scraping on the roof this morning, and the sound of a burner as new roofing was laid meant that I did not have to abandon my own office. Picking up the threads of my horror story, currently called Nothing compares to you . A note from Val in Paris wanting me to urgently look at something, but she sent the wrong file and then was uncontactable for a few hours. The right file arrived just as I was stepping into the gym, so I sloped down to my favourite morally unsound Starbucks and worked there till it was done, and I was able to return to the gym. A good session in there. Home and a bit more work before I cooked. Spoke to Kevin as he delivered our Share of the Crop tray, and said I had met Sam and Eva last night. Lorraine late tonight, but I cooked a large chicken and veggie stew, which we ate happily, watching Fleabag , and Star Trek before boofing off to bed. Brexit an endlessly depressing background. Since the shameful day this country voted for Brexit, ...