It got so warm here on Friday, I actually went for it:
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I’m sorry, I suspect they [the clouds] are my fault.⛅️🤔 I should have known this would happen: I put on a shortsleeved shirt.👕 It will probably drop 10 degrees and start raining within half an hour.🇬🇧🥶☔️😂 . #travel #mensfashion #bankholidayweekend #Friday #selfie #mirrorselfie #backgarden #photo #newhome #humor #weather #England #sky #springtime #afternoon #writers #authors #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #expats #expatlife
I put on a shortsleeved shirt.😂
We were also preparing. We have a couple of friends, and their dog, from near Bristol staying with us for the long weekend. They appeared later on Friday.
Yesterday, the four of us and their hound did the sort of thing you do on a British bank holiday. We went to the RSPB bird reserve nearby and had a walk:
We also took them into, uh, bustling downtown Biggleswade:
It’s the largest town immediately around:
My wife saw me take that photo. “For the blog?” she questioned.
“Of course,” I smiled.
Indeed, when you are writing, you never stop thinking – not even when friends are visiting. I admit that I can’t just “turn off my mind” currently for days at a time. Privately I’m a mess inside.
Reading parts of the manuscript surreptitiously by simply opening it anywhere and diving in on my iPad if we have had “down time,” several times I was definitely NOT happy. There is still lots to do. Repeatedly I found myself thinking: “That’s not nearly as good as it could be”; or “Geez, you are an adult: a 13 year old could have written that”; or “Oh, that’s an historical mistake, how did you write that?”
Now this fifth is weeks away from being finished. Like the fourth, it is nearly 550 pages of various people and goings on over a decade (moving on to between 1795-1805) than I can’t possibly sum up in this blog post. I spend more time “there” inside my head than anyone around me fully realizes.
For instance, the actual RSPB headquarters building is, I’m sure, almost certainly a former stately home. I’ve not researched it, but I may now. Look at this:
What did I see? I thought of my current book: “That’s a larger version of ‘Langley Hall.'”
And always the fear is present that it is not good enough and will not be. I understand now why some authors do go loopy or worse – and especially when embarking on a several years’ long writing effort. I’m sure in the end this latest one will be… “perfectly fine” as “Carolina” is apt to say and that I’m worrying over nothing.
Yep, I keep telling myself that. 🙂