I sit here, looking at an overcast sky, a strawberry scented candle aflame beside me, and I wonder: Why write?
Because I want to.
I write this blog for my own purposes and if someone else enjoys it, that's a bonus. If someone else is inspired by it, or learns from it, that's even better. When I write my stories, I write them because I want to tell the story.
I would be lying if I said I have no interest in publication, or not earning a living from writing because I do want those things. Occasionally, however, it is worth reminding myself that the reason I started writing is to put into words the stories I have floating around my head.
When something that I have written, be it a short story, a book review or (hopefully) a novel, gets published I'm thankful and happy. They are the bonus times.
Today, though, I am reminding myself that I write because I want to and because I enjoy it.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thoughts on a Play
Our three night run finished on Saturday. Whilst we did well and the play was warmly received, I can't help feeling that something was missing all along.
What was missing was a good editor.
A Doll's House is a play that makes a very good point about how women were treated in 19th century Europe, but takes so long over its point at the end that an audience could fall asleep.
In our production, the two actors on stage at the end regularly missed whole pages of dialogue at the end, but it didn't detract from the story or the message. It was a running joke that they never acted out page 104 at any point, including rehearsals.
There is also the repetitive dialogue throughout which makes it hard for the actor to remember the order of the play. For Krogstad I had more than a couple of lines that started with 'Mrs Helmer, Listen'.
This may be down to some dodgy translation, but that then means that the translator needed some help from a friendly (or not) editor.
But those points cannot detract from a great experience for myself, two of my children and the cast as a whole. We had three appreciative audiences, a well rounded cast and a superb director and backup crew.
In fact, I'm thinking of copyrighting our shortened version of the play as the KATS edition.
If you want to see some photos of the performance, you will be able to see them at our website over the coming weeks.
What was missing was a good editor.
A Doll's House is a play that makes a very good point about how women were treated in 19th century Europe, but takes so long over its point at the end that an audience could fall asleep.
In our production, the two actors on stage at the end regularly missed whole pages of dialogue at the end, but it didn't detract from the story or the message. It was a running joke that they never acted out page 104 at any point, including rehearsals.
There is also the repetitive dialogue throughout which makes it hard for the actor to remember the order of the play. For Krogstad I had more than a couple of lines that started with 'Mrs Helmer, Listen'.
This may be down to some dodgy translation, but that then means that the translator needed some help from a friendly (or not) editor.
But those points cannot detract from a great experience for myself, two of my children and the cast as a whole. We had three appreciative audiences, a well rounded cast and a superb director and backup crew.
In fact, I'm thinking of copyrighting our shortened version of the play as the KATS edition.
If you want to see some photos of the performance, you will be able to see them at our website over the coming weeks.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Second Night Nerves
Second night nerves hit us all. Or was it second night complacency?
It was more likely the latter as we had such a great performance last night. No matter how hard you try, the second night is always worse as you get too comfortable with the performance. The good side is that it shakes you up for the third, and in our case last, night.
I wonder if it is the same for novel writing?
Still, we have managed to perform the play twice without any serious hiccups. The only problem is at the end when the two performers seem to manage to cut out three to four pages of dialogue. The troubling thing is that the whole ending still makes sense.
Maybe Ibsen was too verbose?
It was more likely the latter as we had such a great performance last night. No matter how hard you try, the second night is always worse as you get too comfortable with the performance. The good side is that it shakes you up for the third, and in our case last, night.
I wonder if it is the same for novel writing?
Still, we have managed to perform the play twice without any serious hiccups. The only problem is at the end when the two performers seem to manage to cut out three to four pages of dialogue. The troubling thing is that the whole ending still makes sense.
Maybe Ibsen was too verbose?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
First Night Nerves?
First Night was superb.
We had one technical hitch and several missed lines, but nothing important. We all came away with a huge smile on our faces. The two boys got everything correct too.
I have never seen the director so happy.
We all broke our legs at the end and received the well-earned applause.
Now, can we keep it up for tomorrow?
We had one technical hitch and several missed lines, but nothing important. We all came away with a huge smile on our faces. The two boys got everything correct too.
I have never seen the director so happy.
We all broke our legs at the end and received the well-earned applause.
Now, can we keep it up for tomorrow?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Relax, Don't Do It.
We had the final dress rehearsal last night. The bells still didn't ring on time, the music was still a tad too loud and we all forgot some of our lines, but the play spun through to the end without a significant hitch.
We're ready for our first performance on Thursday.
Today is a day of rest. No rehearsals, no line learning, just rest from the play for a day. Easier for me as I work from home, but there will be no running to rehearsals tonight for anyone. Early night, cup of cocoa, plenty of sleep.
Writer's need the same. We need to relax when we've reached a certain goal, or have got stuck at a certain point. We need to refresh ourselves, clear our minds and let inspiration back in.
So put your feet up today. Rest, relax, sleep, spend time with your partner, your kids, your parents, your pets or your Nintendo. Give the brain a rest from the demands of writing and return refreshed tomorrow.
We're ready for our first performance on Thursday.
Today is a day of rest. No rehearsals, no line learning, just rest from the play for a day. Easier for me as I work from home, but there will be no running to rehearsals tonight for anyone. Early night, cup of cocoa, plenty of sleep.
Writer's need the same. We need to relax when we've reached a certain goal, or have got stuck at a certain point. We need to refresh ourselves, clear our minds and let inspiration back in.
So put your feet up today. Rest, relax, sleep, spend time with your partner, your kids, your parents, your pets or your Nintendo. Give the brain a rest from the demands of writing and return refreshed tomorrow.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Dress Rehearsal
Last night was the first dress rehearsal, complete with makeup. Despite a few teething problems, it all went well.
Most of the costumes fitted, especially those that were supplied by the cast for themselves, and the set looks grand.
Naturally there were a few mistakes: lines forgotten (in one case two whole pages), cues missed, props falling over, the sound being too loud and several more.
But the cast kept their nerves, made up for each others mistakes and overcame the fear of being in full regalia.
Tonight we have another dress rehearsal at which all of the above faults will be corrected...just in time for us to create new ones.
BRING IT ON!
Most of the costumes fitted, especially those that were supplied by the cast for themselves, and the set looks grand.
Naturally there were a few mistakes: lines forgotten (in one case two whole pages), cues missed, props falling over, the sound being too loud and several more.
But the cast kept their nerves, made up for each others mistakes and overcame the fear of being in full regalia.
Tonight we have another dress rehearsal at which all of the above faults will be corrected...just in time for us to create new ones.
BRING IT ON!
Monday, November 16, 2009
This is the Week
This Thursday, we perform 'A Doll's House' for the first time.
Tonight we have the first full dress rehearsal, make-up included. Guess I'll have to shave. The boys are looking forward to it, though not to wearing the make-up.
My eldest son helped with the sound and light setup yesterday and had a great time. It's also good practice for him when he does his media course next September.
On that note, we produced a small video to advertise it on Youtube. Let me know what you think about it.
On another unrelated matter, the geeks still cannot get computers to recognise emotions in writing.
They tested the marking ability of computers for English Language, by using some great speeches and texts of the past. The results were quite humourous and show that we humans still have a place on this planet, despite the best efforts of some businesspeople and politicians.
Enjoy your week.
Tonight we have the first full dress rehearsal, make-up included. Guess I'll have to shave. The boys are looking forward to it, though not to wearing the make-up.
My eldest son helped with the sound and light setup yesterday and had a great time. It's also good practice for him when he does his media course next September.
On that note, we produced a small video to advertise it on Youtube. Let me know what you think about it.
On another unrelated matter, the geeks still cannot get computers to recognise emotions in writing.
They tested the marking ability of computers for English Language, by using some great speeches and texts of the past. The results were quite humourous and show that we humans still have a place on this planet, despite the best efforts of some businesspeople and politicians.
Enjoy your week.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Quote...Unquote (3)
"Seventy percent of life is showing up." (Woody Allen)
For writers, that means submitting work time and again. What have you submitted this week?
For writers, that means submitting work time and again. What have you submitted this week?
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Quote...Unquote (2)
"The older a man gets, the father he had to walk to school as a child." (Henry Brightman)
For writers that could be paraphrased as, "The older a writer gets, the longer it took him to get his work published."
The longer in the tooth a writer is, the more they forget the short stories and the book reviews they wrote etc. They also forget the writing they weren't paid for that got their name out there.
We're already published writers, we just haven't been paid or recognised yet.
For writers that could be paraphrased as, "The older a writer gets, the longer it took him to get his work published."
The longer in the tooth a writer is, the more they forget the short stories and the book reviews they wrote etc. They also forget the writing they weren't paid for that got their name out there.
We're already published writers, we just haven't been paid or recognised yet.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
"Quote...Unquote"
"As the Earth explodes, the last audible sound will be that of an expert proudly proclaiming that it can't be done." (Peter Ustinov)
When someone tells you that getting published is an impossible dream, just tell them that.
When someone tells you that getting published is an impossible dream, just tell them that.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Little by Little
Life is hard, yard by yard.
Inch by inch, it's a cinch.
A twee little piece of verse, but accurate. I've found over the years that if I try to do everything at once I get frustrated. If I attempt jobs one piece at a time, then I get more done.
It works with decorating, writing, everything.
At the moment I'm getting my foot in the publishing door by writing reviews and short stories. I'm not ignoring the novel, but I find that whenever I get back to it, I have more insight than before.
In the last few months I've had four reviews published and one short story. My name's out there. When I do finally get my novel finished, I will have a decent publishing record which I will have built up little by little.
Inch by inch, it's a cinch.
A twee little piece of verse, but accurate. I've found over the years that if I try to do everything at once I get frustrated. If I attempt jobs one piece at a time, then I get more done.
It works with decorating, writing, everything.
At the moment I'm getting my foot in the publishing door by writing reviews and short stories. I'm not ignoring the novel, but I find that whenever I get back to it, I have more insight than before.
In the last few months I've had four reviews published and one short story. My name's out there. When I do finally get my novel finished, I will have a decent publishing record which I will have built up little by little.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Back to Reality
After a pleasant week off, I'm back to Earth with a thump.
A play rehearsal, an argument with my ex-wife and an exploding PC.
Still, the boys are back from Germany and my eldest is back with me.
Last week was one of the most relaxing periods of my life. Susan and I watched films, took dogs for several walks and spent time at the hospital together.
But I did finish off reading a couple of books and restart my reading of a collection of short stories by Ambrose Bierce. I've also started reading a novel by Mary Shelley: The Last Man. I'll have more to say on that at some point in the future.
For now, I need to get another review done, work on a short story and console myself with the fact that I haven't won the Bridport Prize.
A play rehearsal, an argument with my ex-wife and an exploding PC.
Still, the boys are back from Germany and my eldest is back with me.
Last week was one of the most relaxing periods of my life. Susan and I watched films, took dogs for several walks and spent time at the hospital together.
But I did finish off reading a couple of books and restart my reading of a collection of short stories by Ambrose Bierce. I've also started reading a novel by Mary Shelley: The Last Man. I'll have more to say on that at some point in the future.
For now, I need to get another review done, work on a short story and console myself with the fact that I haven't won the Bridport Prize.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Ouch!
I put my back out yesterday morning and it's still hurting today. Still, it gives me a great excuse to sit down and read or be at the computer.
It's settled down now and if I get a comfortable nights sleep I'll be fine in the morning. If not, I shall be moaning about it again tomorrow.
I also have another PC job tomorrow afternoon: teaching someone how to use their digital camera, and get the photos onto a PC.
Some people laugh when I tell them I do this, but if you don't know how to do something, how are you going to learn? Although I can do these things almost without thinking, many people can't. So I teach them, then next time they can do it themselves without fear. I also keep in mind that there was a time when I couldn't do any of this.
No rehearsal tomorrow evening, and I'm not due in until Monday 2nd November. That gives me nearly two weeks to learn all my lines.
It's settled down now and if I get a comfortable nights sleep I'll be fine in the morning. If not, I shall be moaning about it again tomorrow.
I also have another PC job tomorrow afternoon: teaching someone how to use their digital camera, and get the photos onto a PC.
Some people laugh when I tell them I do this, but if you don't know how to do something, how are you going to learn? Although I can do these things almost without thinking, many people can't. So I teach them, then next time they can do it themselves without fear. I also keep in mind that there was a time when I couldn't do any of this.
No rehearsal tomorrow evening, and I'm not due in until Monday 2nd November. That gives me nearly two weeks to learn all my lines.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
WAW
What a week!
7 days of exploding PCs, broken networks and PC teaching, as well as settling my eldest into life with me. Add to that a couple of play rehearsals and that I have been 'picked up' by a woman.
We finally managed to get all my son's stuff from his mother's place and spent three days sorting out what should go in the garage and what needs to stay inside. All we need to do now is get his bed out of there.
One PC job took three visits, two HDD enclosures and several sets of wires before it finally worked, whilst another was a simple install job for Windows XP. Don't get me started on the network problems and broadband catastrophes.
I've had to put some time aside to view my latest published works. Two reviews in issue 99 of hub magazine. The story will be out in the next month or so (watch this space).
I've also started dating again with a great, wonderful, beautiful woman. We've told our respective families (10 kids, 2 parents, assorted siblings, ex-in-laws, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and assorted pets) and are working our way round friends. We should finish just before the London Olympics start in 2012.
Well, that brings you up to date on my life. But what about the writing I hear you say. I'm linking up with Community Times Stevenage to run a small writing competition in their magazine. The rules will be published soon. I've also been working on characters in the novel, looking at short stories that I could resend to magazines, as well as plotting one or two more. Mostly I'm writing reviews on SF books and films.
Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to a daily blog now that things have settled down.
7 days of exploding PCs, broken networks and PC teaching, as well as settling my eldest into life with me. Add to that a couple of play rehearsals and that I have been 'picked up' by a woman.
We finally managed to get all my son's stuff from his mother's place and spent three days sorting out what should go in the garage and what needs to stay inside. All we need to do now is get his bed out of there.
One PC job took three visits, two HDD enclosures and several sets of wires before it finally worked, whilst another was a simple install job for Windows XP. Don't get me started on the network problems and broadband catastrophes.
I've had to put some time aside to view my latest published works. Two reviews in issue 99 of hub magazine. The story will be out in the next month or so (watch this space).
I've also started dating again with a great, wonderful, beautiful woman. We've told our respective families (10 kids, 2 parents, assorted siblings, ex-in-laws, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and assorted pets) and are working our way round friends. We should finish just before the London Olympics start in 2012.
Well, that brings you up to date on my life. But what about the writing I hear you say. I'm linking up with Community Times Stevenage to run a small writing competition in their magazine. The rules will be published soon. I've also been working on characters in the novel, looking at short stories that I could resend to magazines, as well as plotting one or two more. Mostly I'm writing reviews on SF books and films.
Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to a daily blog now that things have settled down.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Making the Break
My eldest son moved out of his mother's place and in with me today.
Not the easiest decision for a 15 year-old-Asperger's-suffering boy to make, but he felt he had no choice.
The area where my ex lives is not one of the most salubrious in Stevenage and the atmosphere in the house is stifling for him. Add to this she expects him to be a surrogate father to his two younger brothers while she goes away for the weekend with her boyfriend and he'd had enough.
I hope he's made the correct decision, and that I have too.
Prayers and Good Wishes will be welcome.
Not the easiest decision for a 15 year-old-Asperger's-suffering boy to make, but he felt he had no choice.
The area where my ex lives is not one of the most salubrious in Stevenage and the atmosphere in the house is stifling for him. Add to this she expects him to be a surrogate father to his two younger brothers while she goes away for the weekend with her boyfriend and he'd had enough.
I hope he's made the correct decision, and that I have too.
Prayers and Good Wishes will be welcome.
Monday, October 12, 2009
More Rehearsals
There is just over a month till the play is performed and things are coming along nicely.
We have had two runthroughs of Act 1, without books, and both went well. The occasional hiccup, but nothing that can't be fixed with a little more practice.
We've also gone through Act 2 and on Thursday we will do a 'no book' runthrough of that.
The only problem is Nora. Not because she can't do it, but because the whole play revolves around her. Well, problem is not the correct word. She is onstage for most of the play, the only exception being the beginning of Act 3. She also has many long pieces, a lot of which sound the same or have the same feel.
The rest of us have to get our feeder lines correct or she'll get things wrong.
I am REALLY looking forward to this now. At the start I was worrying if I could learn all of my lines, but I'm finding out just how well I can learn these things. I just need to believe in myself a lot more.
Oh, remember me mentioning someone flirting with me? Well, let's hope I was wrong about that as she's married.
We have had two runthroughs of Act 1, without books, and both went well. The occasional hiccup, but nothing that can't be fixed with a little more practice.
We've also gone through Act 2 and on Thursday we will do a 'no book' runthrough of that.
The only problem is Nora. Not because she can't do it, but because the whole play revolves around her. Well, problem is not the correct word. She is onstage for most of the play, the only exception being the beginning of Act 3. She also has many long pieces, a lot of which sound the same or have the same feel.
The rest of us have to get our feeder lines correct or she'll get things wrong.
I am REALLY looking forward to this now. At the start I was worrying if I could learn all of my lines, but I'm finding out just how well I can learn these things. I just need to believe in myself a lot more.
Oh, remember me mentioning someone flirting with me? Well, let's hope I was wrong about that as she's married.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
A Read Through
Two members of the cast didn't turn up tonight. The leading lady was ill and the leading man was...well we don't know.
So, we did a sit down read through without our scripts. All in all, it went well and very little prompting was required. Even the kids got their lines right.
The play is coming together as we are also getting props sorted out and the costumes. I am also starting work on a youtube video, the contents of which are currently secret, but will be revealed in due course. We may even put a snippet of the performance online afterwards.
Now, I just have to learn the other two chunks and I'll be fine...ish.
So, we did a sit down read through without our scripts. All in all, it went well and very little prompting was required. Even the kids got their lines right.
The play is coming together as we are also getting props sorted out and the costumes. I am also starting work on a youtube video, the contents of which are currently secret, but will be revealed in due course. We may even put a snippet of the performance online afterwards.
Now, I just have to learn the other two chunks and I'll be fine...ish.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
What We Don't Know
What a couple of days. PC and Broadband problems everywhere.
One PC decided to just stop booting up for no apparent reason. A quick rejig of the internal wiring and some jerry-rigging later and it started. Why did it stop? No idea. All the hardware was wired properly and all the software had the correct settings.
This got me thinking about all the things we don't know about the world around us. In computers, why does software crash for no reason and then happily restart and give no problems ever again? Ghosts in the machine?
Our minds are a similar puzzle. Is our mind a part of the physical brain that we haven't discovered yet? Or is it a soul, a spiritual essence that only partly resides in this universe or the three-dimensional world?
There is so much we don't know, and probably never will.
One PC decided to just stop booting up for no apparent reason. A quick rejig of the internal wiring and some jerry-rigging later and it started. Why did it stop? No idea. All the hardware was wired properly and all the software had the correct settings.
This got me thinking about all the things we don't know about the world around us. In computers, why does software crash for no reason and then happily restart and give no problems ever again? Ghosts in the machine?
Our minds are a similar puzzle. Is our mind a part of the physical brain that we haven't discovered yet? Or is it a soul, a spiritual essence that only partly resides in this universe or the three-dimensional world?
There is so much we don't know, and probably never will.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Diary - The Next Generation
7.30am: Alarm woke me up and I tried to wake up youngest son. Failed.
7.35am: Finally got grumpy little child up and out of bed. Made His Majesty some breakfast.
7.45am: The Emperor is crying as his mother packed the wrong trousers for school. Promise to swing by her place so he can get another pair.
8.15am: Leave to take the High Priest to school.
8.30am: Chase the High Lord of the Galaxy around the school playground. He runs out of energy before I do.
8.45am: The God of all things deigns to enter school...after I chase him around some more and kiss him several times in front of his friends.
10.30am: Leave home with sprog number 1 to collect sprog number 2 and go to Royston.
12.00pm: Have lunch in Royston, sprogs go to friend's house for fun. I rehearse lines with my friend.
5.00pm: Walk dogs on heath, sprogs come and find us.
5.15pm: Leave Royston and return sprog number 2 to mother's house.
6.30pm: Leave house to go to play rehearsals. Leading lady ill, so cut short. Stay late with another member of cast to rehearse our lines in act 3. Neither of us can stop laughing at the absurdity of some of them.
9.00pm: We leave together
9.10pm: Get back home and try to calm down.
10.15pm: Absolutely cream-crackered. Goodnight all.
7.35am: Finally got grumpy little child up and out of bed. Made His Majesty some breakfast.
7.45am: The Emperor is crying as his mother packed the wrong trousers for school. Promise to swing by her place so he can get another pair.
8.15am: Leave to take the High Priest to school.
8.30am: Chase the High Lord of the Galaxy around the school playground. He runs out of energy before I do.
8.45am: The God of all things deigns to enter school...after I chase him around some more and kiss him several times in front of his friends.
10.30am: Leave home with sprog number 1 to collect sprog number 2 and go to Royston.
12.00pm: Have lunch in Royston, sprogs go to friend's house for fun. I rehearse lines with my friend.
5.00pm: Walk dogs on heath, sprogs come and find us.
5.15pm: Leave Royston and return sprog number 2 to mother's house.
6.30pm: Leave house to go to play rehearsals. Leading lady ill, so cut short. Stay late with another member of cast to rehearse our lines in act 3. Neither of us can stop laughing at the absurdity of some of them.
9.00pm: We leave together
9.10pm: Get back home and try to calm down.
10.15pm: Absolutely cream-crackered. Goodnight all.
Friday, October 02, 2009
Diary IV - The Final Insult...Until Next Week
7.30am: Alarm went off and woke up. Lovely day outside. Went back to sleep.
9.00am: Woke up again, went downstairs and made a cup of tea.
9.15am: Woke eldest son up by threatening to sit on his face. Worked a treat.
9.45am: Had a bath and a shave. That's two of each this month. Am I becoming obsessive?
10.30am: Whilst reading 'Mort' by Terry Pratchett, came to a sudden realisation. The 'evil' character in my novel should not be actually evil. He should be more of an accident prone, do-gooder vicar with a sense of duty who has been handed an awful lot of power. Novel should be finished by 2015.
11.00am: Old friend contacted my via Facebook. We agree to meet up at 1.30pm for lunch.
1.15pm: Gather my stuff together for 3pm meeting with CAB and go to lunch.
1.30pm: Friend is late (as usual). Turns up at 1.35pm. (Men. Ha. Never get things right do they)
2.45pm: After insulting each other for over an hour we part company. He goes to get his youngest from school and I go to CAB.
2.55pm: Arrive at CAB (Citizens Advice Bureau) for meeting with Family Advisor about kids and residency. Discover that eldest can make his own decision about where he lives in January as he turns 16. Brings a smile to my face.
3.55pm: Arrive home and tell son good news. He's happy, but has been told by his mother that he has to make a decision by the end of October. Fine by me and him. If the flat is OK (and I will see it within the next ten days), then I'll move in before he goes to Germany and he can make a decision. Horrible thing for a child to have to decide, but I don't know what else I expected from THAT woman.
18.30pm: Finally get back on MY computer now that my son has been peeled off it.
18.35pm: Realise that the end of the week has been better than the beginning. Can go to sleep with a smile on my face...providing I can find that miniature coat hanger.
9.00am: Woke up again, went downstairs and made a cup of tea.
9.15am: Woke eldest son up by threatening to sit on his face. Worked a treat.
9.45am: Had a bath and a shave. That's two of each this month. Am I becoming obsessive?
10.30am: Whilst reading 'Mort' by Terry Pratchett, came to a sudden realisation. The 'evil' character in my novel should not be actually evil. He should be more of an accident prone, do-gooder vicar with a sense of duty who has been handed an awful lot of power. Novel should be finished by 2015.
11.00am: Old friend contacted my via Facebook. We agree to meet up at 1.30pm for lunch.
1.15pm: Gather my stuff together for 3pm meeting with CAB and go to lunch.
1.30pm: Friend is late (as usual). Turns up at 1.35pm. (Men. Ha. Never get things right do they)
2.45pm: After insulting each other for over an hour we part company. He goes to get his youngest from school and I go to CAB.
2.55pm: Arrive at CAB (Citizens Advice Bureau) for meeting with Family Advisor about kids and residency. Discover that eldest can make his own decision about where he lives in January as he turns 16. Brings a smile to my face.
3.55pm: Arrive home and tell son good news. He's happy, but has been told by his mother that he has to make a decision by the end of October. Fine by me and him. If the flat is OK (and I will see it within the next ten days), then I'll move in before he goes to Germany and he can make a decision. Horrible thing for a child to have to decide, but I don't know what else I expected from THAT woman.
18.30pm: Finally get back on MY computer now that my son has been peeled off it.
18.35pm: Realise that the end of the week has been better than the beginning. Can go to sleep with a smile on my face...providing I can find that miniature coat hanger.
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