10th May, 2013
I’m distracted again, this time not by horoscopes
but a trail of splashes on the wall. I’ve deduced it is tomato pasta sauce,
last eaten by my children, a day ago. It’s not coming off with water. In fact,
my effort to wipe it clean has only gone and made it look worse. I’ll have to go
over it with a lick of paint, as if I’ve not got enough to do. Perhaps, I should investigate the case further.
I’ll interview my kids individually, determine the truth and make the culprit
do the painting. I’m getting visions of emulsion dollops on the floor and
little white foot print trails from the kitchen to the lounge, all over the
carpet. Second thoughts!
I’d do it myself, but I am past the halfway mark on my
second book. I really should be writing. The whiteboard is now a series of
block headings, detailing my character’s activities during every month in the last
year. It’s allowed me to figure out how they each fit into the denouement. There
is light at the end of the tunnel. I must focus.
Our whining cat has just jumped on my lap and is padding
for attention. I’ve read somewhere that they can live for days without food, so
why is he so persistent? The claws are digging in, clicking at my Levis. Enough is enough. He’s heading north, straight out the
door. I note various little gravelly stones on the floor, together with food crumbs
and blobs of that bloody tomato sauce, but I will ignore it all. There’s a
rotten cabbage smell coming from the overloaded kitchen bin, so I open a window
and let in some fresh air. I’ve also decided to leave the clothes on our
washing line, even though an overnight frost is forecast. Each item will
stiffen to a board, but at some stage the sun will come out and defrost everything.
It’s almost five. The kids can make their own tea – they only splash it over
the walls instead of eating it, so it won’t matter if it tastes crap. Mummy is
on roll – don’t stop me now......
I’m going to finish Ghost Towns. However, before I sign off I must make an important
announcement. At no time whatsoever
during the writing of this blog were any animals or children injured in anyway.
Cheerio! I’m heading for the final furlong, just another few chapters to go. Don’t
anyone disturb my concentration. I get the feeling I’m going to be writing all
through the night. I hope it’s worth it. What if no one wants to publish the
second book? What then? I wonder what my horoscope has to say for tomorrow........
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