January is a quiet month for me. On some days I don’t even go outside, and with the shutters closed, there’s not much to look at. I do occasionally pop up onto the roof to make sure the view is still there – it is, I am pleased to say, but otherwise, it’s a commute from one part of the house to the other and back again through the day as I get on with things.
So far today those things have consisted of wiping down the bathroom ceiling to get rid of the condensation, poking my head into the courtyard to see if the washing is anywhere near dry yet, pottering around with some work, trying desperately to think of what to write here and researching, thanks to Louise, a couple of sites about fixing a digital piano without having to send it away for repair. Not that that’s an option. I can imagine popping down to the post office with half a hundredweight of Roland in my arms and plonking it on the scales, asking, ‘How much to post this?’ Not going to happen.
Photo by Neil
Tomorrow looks to be about the same unless something drastic comes along, and I hope it doesn’t. I’m into editing mode for ‘The Witchling’ at the moment which means a few hours per day reading through and wondering why on earth I wrote ‘his’ instead of ‘him’, or having to look up, for the umpteenth time, the correct use of practise Vs practice, and so on. And on that note…
If anyone out there would be willing to beta read (look for typos) the book when it’s ‘done’, I would be very grateful. This wouldn’t be for a few weeks yet and would be in PDF format. I had some very helpful readers for ‘Symi, Stuff & Nonsense’ and am always happier when a few other pairs of eyes have been over an MS, especially when those eyes are not mine with my dodgy spelling and typos.
And that’s all I can think of today – my mind is in witch hunt mode, Saddling in 1648, and Kentish dialect.
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