I was finally feeling more alive again this week, having essentially spent three weeks asleep. I caught up on a bit of work, and read some stuff, and watched some stuff, and generally had a fairly relaxed time.
Well, apart from nearly making a chemical weapon in my bathtub when a giant spider appeared in it. That wasn’t so relaxing. (There are no pictures of spiders in that post. Or this one.)
I started work on the next book. I’m quite excited about it, partly because I’m finding the process of writing it very draining, which hopefully means I’m pouring enough of myself into it to make it good.
A few days ago I woke up feeling a bit tired and not really wanting to do anything, and just as I was thinking I could use a bit of a pick-me-up I discovered a package waiting outside my door.
Then as if that weren’t wonderful enough, a few hours later something dropped through the letterbox, and it turned out to be ANOTHER package from someone else who decided I needed MOAR PRESENTS.
This was very exciting. And there seems to be a books and cats theme, which is perfect.
The rest of the week passed fairly quietly and uneventfully. On Thursday I received two letters from the hospital, and I got all hopeful that one of them might contain a date for surgery, but as it turned out the first one just gave a run-down of what had happened at my last appointment, and the second one was a slightly reworded version of the first. So, still waiting. But that’s not so bad, especially now that I’m a little more able to go outside sometimes. I still can’t go far and I have nowhere near enough energy to partake in social situations, but I do live next door to a park, so yesterday I spent some time sprawled in a chair reading in the sunshine. Now I am quite pink.
Luckily my skin tends to fade from red to brown within a couple of days, so hopefully soon I will have a tan. But even if I do stay bright pink, at least it was a nice day and I got to leave my flat for a couple of hours.
On Friday I got my first proper payment from the book – thank you to everyone who’s bought it so far! – and I tried to think of some kind of reward I could give myself. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted, though, so instead I went to the supermarket to buy some groceries. When I swiped my card at the checkout I realised I was paying for my shopping with money I’d earned from writing a book, and this was exciting enough to be a reward in itself.
Sometimes it’s the little things that make all the difference.
The Reading List
This week I read:
- The Break by Marian Keyes (already reviewed here)
- Defeat into Victory by Sir William Slim
- Party of One: The Loners’ Manifesto by Anneli Rufus
- The Sleeping Beauty Killer by Mary Higgins Clark & Alafair Burke
- The Caller by Chris Carter
- Star Trek Cats by Jenny Parks
- It’s Always Wine o’Clock by Summersdale
- We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
- Wise Words & Country Ways: Weather Lore by Ruth Binney
- The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci
- The Cinderella Murder by Mary Higgins Clark & Alafair Burke
- The Girl With All The Gifts by M.R. Carey
- The Coincidence Authority by J.W. Ironmonger
- The Lost Years by Mary Higgins Clark
- I’ve Got You Under My Skin by Mary Higgins Clark (are you sensing a theme here?)
Reviews forthcoming in a separate post.
How was your week?