Yesterday I had all kinds of things planned, things that involved being outside. Well the weather had other plans for me as it absolutely tipped it down and there was nothing for it but to turn my attentions indoors.
I could have done some housework, I could have done some coursework, I could even have written a poem, but none of those things got done and instead I spent the majority of my day reading a Ruth Rendell novel that my mother had given me a while back and watching films on the telly.
Now, of course, Wimbledon has started and my annual tennis-fest has begun. Sometimes being drowned in isn't such a bad thing after all!
Funny how we seem to work in cycles. After a period of complete lack of productivity I'm just emerging from a reading spree (Jodi Piccout, Neil Gaiman, Gabriel Weston) and finally starting to feel like picking up my writing and photography again. Follow your instincts I say! Relax and read. And watch tennis!
ReplyDeleteThank you...I'll most definitely take your valuable advice to heart! Really pleased to hear you've got bitten by the writing bug again x
DeleteIt was nice wasn't it? I was slightly productive out of necessity but I didn't feel bad for wanting to stay at home. I'll look forward to your Wimbledon updates because I'm not sure I'll get to see any myself.
ReplyDeleteI'll do my best to keep you updated!
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