Perfect timing, for once in my working life. My long-planned holiday starts tomorrow when I can say, hand on heart, that I’ve well and truly cleared my desk. Even the tempting bit of journalism that was wafted under my nose late on Sunday evening has been done and delivered. The sight of an open suitcase can certainly energise a person.
We’re going away to a guaranteed wi-fi-free zone and in the interests of travelling light and returning refreshed I’m taking no research materials with me and no laptop. My Kindle is tanked up with thrillers and I have a short list of single malts I hope to taste. Oh and comfy shoes. The barrel-scrapings of my heel collection are going to a charity shop this morning. I’m hanging on to just one pair on which to perch decoratively should I ever again get invited to a party.
When I return there will be the important matter of choosing a font for my next book. I’ve been in a bit of a rut the last two books and I think it’s time for a change. I’m also going to increase my standing hours. They say standing is good for you. Unless you have varicose veins. Or fallen arches. I’m not sure who ‘they’ are, possibly the same people who tell us to eat kale or be sorry, but no matter. I find I can work particularly well with my computer on the ironing board set up at its highest notch.
So that’s my working summer sorted. Out with the Georgia 12 point and then on with the same old. Chapter 1…….
Come on Laurie! Enjoy your holidays and then embrace that inner writer thingy….got so bored having none of yours to read (and – apparently – there is a limit to how many times a person can re-read Perfect Meringues) that I have a Kindle full of recommended rubbish. Joanna Trollope, get some new phrases!
NB Bugger the font, please, please, please consider a contemporary setting for the next bestseller x