Category: writer at work

That’s house windows, not the computer platform… The window fitters arrived at around 8:10am yesterday against an eta of 8am. They came in two vans: one to bring the windows;…

On Friday, right after work, the poet assembled the first of our new chests for the bedroom, a 10-drawer chest, 5 big ones, 5 small ones. It took him a…

I was up on time on Friday and managed to do all the regular stuff within the time slots allocated. Reading, housework, dog, dirty cuppa, all of it. In fact,…

After my appalling self-discipline on Wednesday, I was determined to Do Better on Thursday. I didn’t have any housework to do, which gave me an extra hour, and after my…

After my dirty cuppa, my reading hour and my housework hour, the first work hour of the day is supposed to be my writing hour. Yet for the past week…

The new house is starting to look a lot more like ours, with our things around us and our stamp starting to appear. And work is getting there again too….

It was nice not to have a load of stuff planned for the weekend, and the idea was to chill a bit. The poet took the entire day off on…

We had some shock news at the end of last week, in amongst all the deaths that have suddenly happened. A politician that I didn’t agree with at all was…

I tried to post this last Friday, but the internet signal via my phone just wasn’t strong enough, for some reason. So I’m posting it today instead. Today’s post was…

Right, we seem to be back to normal again now with the blog posts. Today’s is all about Friday and tomorrow’s will be the weekend and Monday. I couldn’t take…

By Tuesday I was supposed to be in the swing of things again, but I wanted to take the dog on his first proper walk in the new neighbourhood. Before…

Hot on the heels of the house move from hell – or should that be *in* hell? – the poet’s first day back at work was a looooong drive south…

Wahey! We’re in! But, oh, what a long and horrid slog it was in the end. Nothing to do with the house move itself. Just the sheer amount of stuff…

Yesterday started out really well. I was up on time and didn’t waste any time on housework. I did, however, have a proper reading hour to set me up for…

I didn’t get around to any of the republishing last week. Most of the time it was too darned hot. The rest of the time I was just doing other…

Normally, today’s post would be the monthly wrap-up, as it’s the last working day of the month. But there are 2 days left in the month including the weekend, plus…

For the past 2 days I’ve been so drugged up overnight that I’ve really struggled to wake up, let alone get out of bed. The pills we have last about…

The weather at the weekend was awful. Intolerable. Even the poet, who’s a bit of a sun-worshipper, said it was unbearable. But…we had lots of warning and we knew it…

On Thursday I actually managed to get some work done again. I was up on time, because the poet was off to the second day of his 2-day conference. He…

Wednesday was much the same as the day before. Household chores, cup of tea, reading, exercises, dog walking, etc, etc. The day started on time and I didn’t stop for…

Yesterday was a good day. I’d submitted yesterday’s job the day before, and had the day before’s job to do yesterday. Which took the heat off a bit. I had…

I had a busy day yesterday, but there wasn’t a lot of work-work involved. I was up on time, I fed the dog, made the poet and me a cuppa…

I had a good and steady day on Friday, gradually plodding through each of my chores and tasks, ticking them off as I went. But once all the housework stuff…

We had a much better morning yesterday. The poet was working from home, so no stupidly early start. And by lunchtime (or our midday breakfast time), I’d slowly plodded through…

So the poet was up with the larks again yesterday as he had to be ‘oop north’ before 9am. I know we’re already up north, both to me and some…

Tuesday was a lot better than Monday, or a lot more successful in any case. My dirty cuppa was less dirty than usual in that I used sweetener tablets instead…

Monday’s schedule went right out of the window. I was already late with the blog post, so that didn’t set me up for a good start to the day. But…

Friday was a fair day in which I did get some tangible work done. The day started as usual and on time. I did my reading over my dirty cuppa…

Friday already! In only a few weeks, the nights will start drawing in again. It’s madness how fast the years go by these days… The poet came home from work…

Wednesday morning was all about bitty admin stuff. Once I’d done my usual household chores and read a couple of chapters of my book, first job of the day was…