under another sun

The flappy monster returned just before dawn again. This morning I recorded it scraping and tapping on the roof. Although it sounds like a poltergeist, it is marginally more likely to be an owl I think. A lazy day spent dreaming in the Sicilian sun, reading books and swimming a few serious lengths in the pool.  Quite pleased by the appearance on Poetry Village of my wee poem about Gwen, my grandmother, called The House of Hidden Hope . Feeling quite chipper about my own writing, and this morning I woke up with a short story in my head. Toby and Romy went out for the afternoon, and Lorraine and I set off this afternoon to drive up the Catana to collect Beth and John from the airport. This journey conducted with calm efficiency. We found a straightforward route on google maps, and we were soon on the motorway zooming north. Lorraine feeling much more confident now. We found the car park easily, and John and Betty, emerged from arrivals delayed but happy. Lorraine and I knew it w...

Oh for those sultry days of February... Pouring all day and freezing. Worked all day on implementing edits and rewrites on the  The Second Kind of Darkness . This is making big improvements. Still selecting a new name. Nothing from the London agency, about the work this week. Not a great sign. Spoke to Anton today, who told me a hilarious story about being locked out of his room at midnight in a Cotswold's pub, where he was staying after a long walk. This followed by lots of hideous creeping about in his boxers, including going outside the pub, and spying someone still working inside, and having to be persuade the unfortunate barmaid to let in. To the gym at lunchtime in moderate rain, home again in stair rods. Scooped up some nice miso soups from the Japanese shop en route, and home to a hot shower as I was sodden to the skin. Had a poem accepted for a website called the poetry village. Noticing yet again how having poetry rejections is more negative than acceptances are p...