That Writing Malarkey

It's a quarter to four in the afternoon. I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. Go on, ask me why. Because I was up at 5.30 this morning, writing. Oh yes, the writing rhythm is back again! I did a load of writing yesterday, well, an afternoon's worth, because Mum and Auntie Pollie have got a whiff that I am once more available for post-swim hot chocolate and biscuits, so they visited during the morning. And then I pootled about doing some more turfing out of stuff, and then, after lunch, I thought, 'Get on with some writing,' so I did.

And whilst I was having the morning turf out, I discovered the beginning of a novel which I started as a companion project to Indigo Antfarm. It's called 'Merrily, Kissed By An Angel' and instead of mermaids, it's got faeries. And on re-reading it, I rather like it. It's got legs, as they say, and this is good coming from me who is very critical of her work and regards most of it as pants on a par with Martine McCutcheon's offering. Tell me again, how did she get published? Oh yes, that's right, because she's famous.

So, at just after five this morning, I was wide awake, head buzzing with the need to write. Blimey but it was good! Haven't had that feeling for MONTHS! All in all I've put in 7 and a half hours writing today. So I thought I'd have a break and do a blog, a sudoku and possibly a jammy flapjack.

Yesterday, I also did a lot of research about Harry Edwards, the spiritual healer whose book I am re-reading at the moment. He was a fascinating character. Packed his life with all sorts of malarkey, and gave unflinching effort and determination towards developing the acceptance of spiritual healing as a holistic health therapy. A true inspiration, and now I'm even more excited that we are going to visit his place in Surrey on Saturday. Something special is in the air, I am sure of it. I've been getting back into meditating mode, following the suggestions Mr Edwards makes in his book, and yesterday I got the name 'Clementine' as clear as a bell. I, therefore, believe Clementine to be one of the spirit guides who is connecting to work with me. I am refraining from singing the song because I get the distinct impression she doesn't like it. I suspect it was she who woke me at 5 this morning, with the words, 'Get up and write. No singing.'

Exercise today has come in the form of hourly five minute jogging on the spot, and chasing collared doves from the garden. For some unknown reason, the local population have suddenly decided they like chicken food. We've had chickens living in the garden for well over two years now, and the doves have never bothered before. And as I'm not paying to feed the bloomin' things, I have to do an occasional rush into the garden to scare them off, which is slightly aggravating, so production of a scarecrow maybe in order.

And now I really must go and have a 'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'. Before my head crashes into the keyboarnhhdslaf;;l'am4832bt gri0=zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......................