Friday 11th September 2020

Whilst I’ve only been round the corner, I get to sleep in my own bed tonight for the first time in a couple of weeks.  I’ve enjoyed my time (if enjoy is the right word) caring for my crispy friend but they’re now at the stage where they can manage.

They’re doing well; amazingly well considering.  The arm has made amazing progress this week, their face now looks more blotchy than burnt, but their ear is still looking nasty.  At least it’s bleeding which shows it’s trying to repair itself.  And despite me living at their house for 2 weeks while they convalesce, we’ve not had any real arguments.  However, I have things I need to do, and so it’s time for me to go back home.

I’ll still be round there a lot as usual (We’ve got a bunch of Diablo to play this weekend) but I get to sleep in my own bed and work at my own desk.  You have NO idea how much my numb bum has missed my office chair these last couple of weeks.

I’m also a little grumpy because I want to start working on the new project and (at least to kick it off)  I need some quality time in silence for a few hours at a proper desk.  I’m technically set up to work anywhere (and have done) but some stages of a writing project take more focus than others and so I really do need to block out some alone time.

My plan is to spend the weekend getting my head back into the novel.  I’m at that stage where I want to do it and love the story, but not yet at the level of excited about it that will give me the focus I need.  That comes from spending some time with the outline and my notes on the project, reconnecting with not only the characters and story but also the changes I’m making and why.  It’s a bit like picking up the next episode in a TV series you love after a little while away.

I’ve got some admin to do first.  It’s not been easy to get The Climb out whilst I was there so whilst I have a number of issues written, and the bank of images I prepared from when I went to Uffington have yet to run out, I’ve not had time to post this week.  I’m hoping that once I’m home, we’ll be back to a more regular cadence.

I’m glad I’m no longer needed, but the past few weeks have not been a chore.  In fact, the break was a great way to recharge – even if I wish the reasons for it were different.  That said, after putting a lot of my life on hold for a couple of weeks, I’m looking forward to reconnecting with my projects and getting some writing done.

There’s a busy time ahead.

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