So today is the start. For years, well since getting a bit drunk at a dinner party years ago (incidentally with a couple that are now long since divorced), I have vowed to write a book. Well time and effort have worked against me so this is the quick fix solution.
So its Easter this weekend. Although its Saturday today, awkwardly caught between Good Friday (never been sure why it was good for Christians?) and Easter Sunday. The sun has been shining in the Midlands for around a month now. I have that tingling feeling on the back of my neck that is due to a long bike ride during which I must have stared intently at the tarmac in front of me. My son has freckles and a dirty brown face and its only April. He goes away tomorrow with his Dad for 5 nights. I'll miss him. I'll miss his need for attention, his beautiful face and those lovely early morning and evening snuggles.
If I was to write a book what do I go for...non-fiction? altho a book on maths eduction is, I suggest, unlikely to set the average person's heart racing. chic lit? my life has experienced enough heart break to even pretend that can be entertainment - but I'm sure there'll be more of that later. deeper literature? hmmmm I guess so but its going to have to be fun. Fun to write. Fun to read. I'm still pondering.
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