I have no great news for you this Monday afternoon, around 6 pm as I write, so will mainly rely on pictures to speak 1,000 words particularly as I have just finished writing 6,500 of the little bleeders in the first draft of ‘Straight Swap’ (today’s target reached), and the total now stands at 70,000 and a bit. My wrist is aching a little as the kitchen table is slightly too high for the keyboard.
I’ve just walked off the last bout of writing with a stroll towards Lethra. I was going to go all the way but there was a sign up saying I couldn’t go further unless I went commando and, as I was wearing M&S underwear, I though I better not risk it.
I also had the wrong shoes on, which is the real reason I didn’t venture onto the currently dangerous foot path. I did some more wandering up the nearby hill path instead and, on the way down met a mother with her baby strapped into a papoose thing on her front. ‘Is this the way to Lethra?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘But you’re advised not to go as there’s been a rock fall and it’s dangerous.’ ‘Okay,’ she said and then headed towards the gate where I saw her start to open it. I hope she was okay.
The rest of my day so far has been filled with writing, walking and eating. I had a lunch down by the sea, and, as far as I could see, was the only person dining out today. Nice view though.
Last night I had a meal at another place overlooking the harbour and sea, and this was quite popular. Half way through dinner they changed the lighting to deter some flying beetle bugs that had landed everywhere; not just at this place, but everywhere; up your trouser leg, in your wine, in your hair, up the street. I just brushed them off and carried on enjoying the view. Until someone came across to me in great jubilation and said, ‘Look James Collins, that sign doesn’t say ‘Ilidi Rock’ any more, some of the ‘R’ is missing, it looks like Iridi Cock.’ And it did. It was a shame my camera couldn’t reach that far, and it’s a shame the chap didn’t leave his name. I have no idea… Maybe I should have? Perhaps he reads this. Anyway, thanks mate, it was a gas.
After dinner I returned home and carried on reading through ‘Lonely House’ and getting quite hooked, though I say so myself. A few minor things to correct – despite four proof readers! But nothing that would harm the story if they were left in, which they won’t be.
And toady it’s been a case of typing and thinking, walking and thinking, eating and thinking I’m eating too much. No, I’ve only had yoghurt and salad today, not together of course, and a mild bout of spaghetti. Dinner, though, may be another matter.
(And I wasn’t referring to the cats!) So, leaving you now as I head to the balcony to read some more LH and then get ready for dinner. After last night’s steak in pepper sauce (treat or what? €10.00) I think fibre is called for.
