Now I’ve got a bloody cough and cold. I NEVER GET SICK. Ugh.
So yeah, my blog posts are obviously reflecting my current intelligent state. Word count since last week = 0. In fact, I’m pretty sure the whole of December has so far been a write off (and the irony of that phrase isn’t lost on me either).
Listening to Sally Nicholls talk yesterday made me at once intensely jealous and somewhat relieved – she gets to spend all day writing if she wishes (in amongst school visits) and yet she only has a 500 word per day goal, and feels satisfied if she hits 1000 words a day. I would dearly love the chance to spend all day writing, or even a whole afternoon. I’m just going to have to carve out a corner for myself if I don’t want to lose the rest of my marbles completely.
I’m also going to admit to being a touch apprehensive about next week. I know it’s only my tutor group and it may only be twenty minutes but I have to stand up in front of everyone and talk. Not just talk, but read something I’ve written. I don’t think anyone could have devised a worse method of torture for me if they’d tried.
I write because I’m a grumpy, socially-awkward introvert and, for the vast majority of time, I don’t have to interact with other human beings when I’m scribbling/typing away. Don’t get me wrong – I love people. I love watching people. I love recording snippets of their conversations, of their lives, noting appearances and mannerisms and the delightful variety of idiosyncrasies that the human race exhibits. I’m just not particularly skilled at talking to them. Or presenting myself in such a manner that I come across as interesting and engaging, rather than just an adjective away from putting my foot in my mouth. Keeping a lid on the eccentric crazy which inhabits a corner of my brain is also difficult.
Oh, hey, what if this cold doesn’t go away and I lose my voice? 🙂