My archives are starting to look ridiculous. Whenever I think about knocking this thing on the head (what is it anyway? blathering, rambling, one of those blogs that professional bloggers warn you against starting up) I can’t help but look back at all the
shite stuff I’ve written over the years and feel a bit of a pang. Writing, crafts (my etsy shop that never really took off), music, tarot, reading, game reviewing, sporadic entries into typecasting…
The latest new thing I’m trying is a new blog called A little bit nice. It’s not a blog, not really. Just postings of little pockets of life, intended to…argh, what did I say on the ‘About’ page?
A Little Bit Nice is here to bring you something nice to look at, listen to, watch, and think about as you go about your day.
It’s twee, but not meant to be insipid. And it’s not meant to be a curated pile of links to other things on the internet. We’ll see how it works out. (Stay tuned…..)
In the meantime, I am feeling a bit like my namesake, discombobulated. Woke up and tried to gather cats up for the vet at 8:30. Black cat ran out into the rain, suspicious (he always seems to know). Had to ring the vet to cancel. Turned out they were booked in for tomorrow morning.
It’s wet outside. Raining steadily. I recorded the rain this morning and put it up on the other blog.
The first paragraphs of Act 2 of my novel are sitting on the typewriter. The page is curling because it has sat wrapped around the platen for so long. I look at it every day. I scribble ideas down, try to map the structure of the next Act. It feels like starting all over again. I know what I want to say, but I don’t know how to start it.
There’s a parcel for me waiting at the post office. I suppose I will drive down and collect it.