Another Monday

It's been quite a good week, as weeks go, or it would have been if the internet hadn't gone down over the weekend. (This Blog was supposed to go up on Saturday.) My problem is that although I can get myself up in the morning, by midday I'm completely shattered. That wouldn't necessarily bother me, but I simply don't know how authors can work all morning without being a completely limp noodle by midday. Of course I do a lot of my typing on my tablet with a Bluetooth Keyboard and that works suprisingly well. But sometimes I feel I should be sitting in the front (or the office in the spare room) and actually doing some proper work. Of course to some people, writing isn't proper work, but it's because the establishment doesn't value the Arts, (because their return is usually invisible, think education, poetry, writing, art) and prefers to concentrate on the sciences because they have a more visible return. I will be honest, I have been doing a lot less writing than I should, but on the plus side, I've done loads of knitting projects. I have so far knitted, two scarves, a hat and a pair of mittens (the mittens should have been gloves, but every time I tried to make a pair they either turned out huge like some monstrous 'wolf' hands, or the fingers wouldn''t match up (which I know sounds really strange, but on a round loom you have to make the fingers in two halves) so I ended up making mittens. And while some people may say that the scarf and mittens are a great symbol of Pride Values, the honest truth is that I liked the colours, I liked them so much that I even made an octopus from the same coloured wool, although he hasn't got any eyes yet so I've nicknamed him Aldous for time being. (Kudos to anyone who gets the relevance.)

I have so much to do (and so little time) which I suppose is the wail of most people who find themselves overtaken by circumstance. I do know that I am going to have to get out of the flat sooner or later (or I may end up committing murder) the cats have been great company, but let's face it, Edwin's the one that they adore. And I get to put up two Blogs in a week which is just miraculous. Although I admit that the second one is pretty boring. I mean I did think of investing in a hand powered knitting machine, but you do seem to be limited to scarves and hats which is fine, but if you want to make socks, gloves or even squares for say a blanket, it gets a bit more complicated. Plus these knitting machines aren't cheap and the cheaper ones (under £50) don't knit very well or are limited in their functions. So I'm not buying something like that, even though it would save my hands because the payoff isn't worth it. And anyway, there is a part of me that likes knitting by

hand, it keeps my hand busy and lets my mind wander. [I still think a USB Port in the back of my head would be a godsend, I could knit away while all these ideas were downloaded onto hard drives attached to my computer.] Admittedly, I'd probably go through at least half a dozen 1 TB drives in the space of a couple of months, but nobody's perfect!

That about wraps everything up for now. I've been working on another book {Proofreading that is, not writing} and while it is a massive endeavour, the premise is fascinating and it''s been a real delight to work on so far. I am taking a break until early September - and particularly today as it's Edwin & My Wedding Anniversary (Or it would have been had I been able to post this up on Saturday exept the net just went) Seventeen years, there are days when it feels longer. Just joking. I have asked him what he wants but he said that anything he would want would be far too specialist and expensive for me to get for him [we're talking in £40-£50 group] which is just out of our budget at the moment.

I'm still not sure where to go with my Romance novel, the basic premise was sound, it's just the other little bits that are proving harder to reconcile. Plus the fact that I tend to think all 'Lucy Steele' types should be put across someone's knee and spanked. Or something, of all the Jane Austen characters, she's the only one I would wish something nasty to happen to. Even Mr & Mrs Bennet don't fall into that category. All right, Mr Bennet is father who could have, should have done better for Mary, Kitty and Lydia; and Mrs Bennet comes across as a woman interested only in wealth and status, but who has spent her whole married life aware of the entail, and with the arrival of subsequent daughters, her despair and fear intensifies as does her desire to see her daughters marry well - and I don't believe that she meant for them to marry someone like Bingley or Darcy, but rather someone who would be able to look after them. After all, none of the girls have any transferable skills so if their father were to die suddenly they would be left with practically nothing. {the Regency did a great disservice to women.} And yet men still seek to curtail our desires and skills. Of course we're back to Pamela again and although this was written in the eighteenth century, Samuel Richardson had the right of it when he intimates that men do things while women have things done to them.