I have been neglecting you. I am sorry. I have a really good excuse. I’ve been writing. It’s the novel. It’s getting very exciting, I begrudge time sleeping, you would when it’s this thrilling, I do but I have to, to write good stuff in the morning.
It doesn’t help that I am married to the man from Porlock. Oh Yes. Yesterday I had got to such a good bit when he appeared at the bedroom door. (I write in the spare bedroom in what I presume is the normal way. I don’t know really, where do you write?)
‘I know you’re busy but where are the envelopes?’
‘Behind the phone where they have always been.’
Write write write write.
‘You’re busy I know but where are the long envelopes?’
‘Behind the phone.’
‘OK.’
Write write write write
‘Behind the phone exactly where?’
‘At the back.’
Write write write write
write write write
‘Do you know how to get a paper jammed envelope out of the printer?’ (That would be my printer that I bought. The OH has never bought an envelope or a printer in his life.) ‘Can you come and have a look?’
The machine tells you there is a paper jam. It tells you to open the back. When you have opened the back there are pictures. Big pictures. They show you how to pull the green tabs so that the rollers eject the paper. The diagram the OH followed, the one where you grit your teeth and heave the paper out, ripping it, is invisible.
After about an hour fiddling the conclusion was reached that A) I had lost the thread of my writing B) the OH could ring the repair shop in the morning or the manufacturers on Monday and C) he had found one on the Big River online shop the same so we would not need the S&H to install it for us (we hope).
So I stopped and had tea.
B)is no good. A) I re-found C) will be delivering early in the week
BUT I have still, despite this and numerous other similar distractions, reached 100,000 words.
That’s a milestone that might even turn into a novel.
#############################################################################