It’s getting cooler and the light is fading. The only place I want to be right now is curled up in bed with my book and a cup of tea. It doesn’t seem like that long ago when all that mattered in the evenings was being allowed to stay up as late as possible. I should have appreciated those early night more when I had them. It’s been a long week. One of those filled with so many realisations and insights that by the end of it you’re as drained as if you’d run a marathon.
I also realised it’s been two months since I last worked on my novel. I almost ashamed to admit it. February I was editing and re-writing every day with a smile on my face, then March hit and I haven’t even glanced at it. Yes, I know a short story got in the way, but I submitted that three weeks ago, so as an excuse it’s quite a flimsy one.
Tomorrow morning I intend to put that right. I will take my usual Saturday morning routine with my Mac and my Nespresso and move it out onto the balcony. It’s quickly become my favourite spot.
As long as I keep the book at a safe distance so I don’t dive into it at random intervals. I need some more plants as well. I can feel there’s another story knocking at the back of my mind. I don’t know what it is yet, but I can feel it percolating. Perhaps I’ll take a fresh notebook out onto the balcony with me and see where it leads.
So that’s my mission for this weekend: get back to editing, enjoy the sunshine and, if it rains, taking the routine indoors. I might even treat myself to an early night.
What’s your favourite writing/reading spot now that the weather finally seems to say, ‘Spring!’