Time passing

Two weeks and little to show though gradually achieving new focus through doing. Have restarted my travels through the Artist's Way (Julia Cameron) and just writng the 3 morning pages each day helps clear my mind of useless trivia.

I then rush to switch on my computer and read my emails so that I can clutter myself up again -- a vicious circle.

Snow forecast here for the weekend so I surfed the five day forecasts for home (the South of England) and Edinburgh where my brother has just started renovating his new home. As I write the snow will probably be drifting dreamily into his drawing room. Like all men, I expect he has demolished outside walls first in preparations for the extension.

Check Bulgaria too, wondering about the pipes freezing in my chalet in the snow clad mountains. To my joy, the weather by day is warmer than here. They even have less snow. Perhaps I should rush over. Wednesday's icon is a blazing golden sun. Would like to see that. Ours is multiple gray bars with gloomy grey snowflakes.

Have had visitors --two teenage boys preparing for their Duke of Edinburgh award, camping out overnight. I of course was more excited than they were but very careful to sound laid back and bored.

Offered a choice of sites, they chose the one beside the house . I did not realise until too late that I would have to keep curtains closed until we were all uppped, dressed and abluted. Fortunately they did not get up too early.

The camping seemed interestingly to be an end in itself. DH surly because they took the last tin of the dog's baked beans. Well I couldn't leave them to starve, could I? Amazingly polite. Well-trained offers of help. Sadly they disappeared so early this morning, no time to take them up on that.

Camp fire very successful after they borrowed paper, wood and demolished one of the old cupboards in the caravan aided and abetted by DH who has always wanted to gut and burn the whole thing. They had to break in as the door had jammed and is now in two pieces. Vandals the lot of them. Felt very sad about the caravan --an old Eccles, lovely rounded shape and crooked chimney. Homed loads of our visitors in the early years here and previous owners of the property before that.

Is it my imagination or do men always need to demolish and rebuild while women feel the need to preserve and restore? Or am I just feeling jaundiced?

On rereading this blog, I see it was to be an exploration of my writing --hmmm. Nothing much to write there. Two months almost gone and not a query in sight. I have signed up for Mindu Khuller's free ecourse on writing query letters this week. So that's all right then.