The skies, the skies. I can’t get enough of these skies…
I think I am becoming a recluse. I’m quite happy about it, don’t get me wrong. I merely decided to share that one with you. Al I want to do is write. Friends are having to prise me out of this state if they wish to see me. I’m just so happy at home. As long as I have fags, a selection of electronic tools, notebooks, pens, dictionaries and internet access I’m in heaven. Ought I to be worried?
I am also considering starting up a new blog. I may entitle it
frocks and socks
LoDroCoMo [Local Dress Cool Month}
to run alomg side
NaNoWriMo [National Novel Writing Month] which I am intending to take part in.
My thinking behind this links with my becoming a recluse. The less I leave the house to work and therefore stay home to write the more tempted I become to slob around all day in saggy joggers and an egg stained vest. I know, not a pretty picture. This would perhaps be acceptable if my desire to buy frocks (and shoes) had diminished in line with my new lack of sartorial ambition, but it hasn’t and therefore I need a project to encourage me to…
Get Up and Get Dressed!
LoDroCoMo may be the answer. I get dressed in one of my frocks, accessorise as required, do my hair, put on my make up, photograph, post. An instant new meaning to life. Mmm. Worth considering I think. Watch this space.
I read a fab book last week:
The Marrowbone Marble Company by Glen Taylor
It’s completely excellent. Sizzling writing. Beautifully spare prose, but when he wants to sparkle, OMG, get out your sunglasses. Dazzling.
The story deals with the race struggles in the 1950′s and 60′s in America but written from one man’s point of view.
It’s a very personal story peopled with characters that are so real, human, flawed, delightful, I really cared what happened to every last one of them.
There were several moments when I gasped out loud, completely terrified that something terrible was about to happen and utterly relieved when it didn’t. That said, some terrible things do happen, but it is finally a powerfully optimistic book, full of love and truth.
Do read it. It’s a good one.
My man has gone and left me. He’s in Grenada for a while. I miss him already.
Life’s a bitch.
But, I’m going to be busy, what with a new blog, dressing up, writing a novel and reading my way through the booker long list that’s cluttering up my coffee table. My… the time is flying by as we speak.
If you find you haven’t seen me in a while just call by to check I’m not buried under a mountain of frocks, books and A4 paper. Cheers!
P.S. a taste of things to come…
New shoes x