Fine tuning

As you know, in recent weeks, my writing routine has changed. I’m no longer at home for the entire week so I’ve drafted a new writing timetable and have surprised myself in the meantime.

I’d forgotten how beautiful it is writing late at night, when the world is peacefully sleeping and tranquillity descends. Hearing the church clock strike, as if counting my hours, while I’m squirreling away at a keyboard. It has brought back fond memories of my early writing years, before being published, when I’d spend most evenings in front of my bulky computer, circa 1994 declining all social invites, chasing a dream and harbouring a desire for ‘just one more hour’.

Times have changed, but my sense of joy at being able to write never has. Yes, I’ve been tired in recent days - I can’t deny that. I’m yet to settle into a true 'week on week' timetable, but it is slowly getting there. I’m hoping by the end of next week I will have fine-tuned my new writing routine enabling me spare time for a few neglected hobbies. 

​The church clock has just struck eight, so I’ve grabbed a hot drink and have my aged-dog for company ... and I’m about to settle to an evening tapping a keyboard. At nine o’clock, I’ll join London Writers’ salon in New Zealand for the final Zoom meeting of the day. I’m a lucky, lucky gal! 

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