It’s Tuesday and it’s one of my days off under or new shop routine.
I have dropped Julia at work and was back home shortly after 9.00 to start a day of creativity. First I started the computer, then restarted it when the keyboard and then the cursor refused to work. It sometimes happens when a connection shakes lose at the back of the computer but I’ve not had it happen like this before. The sign of things to come?
I have also read and replied to the comments that were waiting for me on the blog and checked my emails.
I the pottered about, wrote a six hundred word post, which included news of our bucket grown orchard – or the damson and apple tree if you want to be accurate.
I spoke of various other things, which I now can’t call to mind, and added the following paragraph.
Having set my alarms for the afternoon I am now settling down to five and a half hours of creativity.
At that point I failed to load photos so went away and came back to write the next paragraph and load damsons. As I posted and read the finished article, I thought it seemed a bit short. It is. I’ve lost 300 words. These machines hate me. They aren’t in the drafts, so I don’t know what’s happened. I am, to be frank, miffed.
However, it’s an irritation rather than tragedy and I’m not going to let it ruin my day. It’s just the electronic manifestation of the Person from Porlock.
I then went on to say this – I couldn’t get the photos to load last time so left it a while. It’s now time for lunch and all my creativity can be summed up as “final editing before submitting”. In other words a few spaces have been altered, a few words subtracted or added, a haiku tinkered with and a lot of tooth sucking has gone on.
Then I said to myself – they’re just poems, get them sent.
So I did.
Now I’m going to try the pictures of damsons again.
Sorry about the way it chops round, but I needed to add a bit for the sake of continuity after trying to make good some of the loss of words.