Tuesday already. I can't believe how quickly November is whizzing by.
I'll be glad when the year turns over, though. 2009 has been a very good year so far, but I'm ever wishing my life away and I'm really looking forward to starting my new job in January, and to the evenings getting longer, and all of the other things we all look forward to about the spring.
It was a lovely quiet weekend. I saw M and Sugar Plum on Friday after work, for a gossip in Starbucks and some tasty coffee, and then Nic and I headed out to the pub with Tom. We ended up staying out very late, and staying up even later - something I haven't done for quite a while. I'm not as young as I used to be and spent the rest of the weekend feeling sleepy. It was worth it though to see Nic and Tom discover that 'Gin Before Beer - You're in the Clear' and also 'Beer Before Gin - Get In!'
Over the weekend I finished reading The Bitch Goddess Notebook by Martha O'Connor. I had bought this in the pound shop months ago and finally got around to reading it. It was pretty good - it sort of reminded me of A Secret History and Cat's Eye, both of which are books I really enjoyed. I liked it well enough, but I think the reason I liked it was the fact that I was thinking 'maybe I could do this'. Maybe I could?
November is NaNoWriMo a fact which won't be lost on any of you who blog or are on Twitter. I'm skeptical about it, I don't think it would work for me (I think I would react against the timeframe) but I love how positive the whole concept is. When Nic gets downhearted about his writing I encourage him to keep going, to write down everything and then to use judicious editing. This is how I used to try to motivate my students when I was a teacher as well, so in theory I should be able to apply it to myself. It's a bit of a cliche, and I know that probably everyone thinks that they have a novel in them. I don't know if I have. I'm certainly creative - I'm very good at dreaming up weird cross-overs of my favourite TV programmes, or mentally writing guest stars into episodes. I realise that's not the same as the discipline it takes to really write, but it is something I am becoming increasingly keen on trying. And, you know, it would be good to do something with all of the lovely notebooks that people keep buying for me.
List of love
A date tonight with my lovely man. If I'm very lucky he'll buy me a glass of wine
Getting a lift to work and a lift home again - no stinky train for me
A sparkling clean oven
The new colour-scheme I'm employing for the blanket I'm making
Mince pies and spiced coffee
The el cheapo purple tights I bought from QS
The Thick of It - it made me laugh so hard this week.
List of loathe
RSI - sore shoulder, wrist and right hand. It's not good.
General tiredness but I will perservere
Already having most of December's pay earmarked. Darn you, Christmas!