I missed a day. Sorry about that. It would be nice to report that after leaving work on Saturday I became embroiled in writing and wasn't able to find time to produce a blog post, but in fact I spent most of the time sleeping. I actually went to bed in the afternoon for about 4 hours. It was, I think, nature's way of telling me to sleep more and get back to a sensible routine.
At the back of my mind I have an idea that I should be able to produce good work in the early hours of the morning when everything is quiet and there is nobody to disturb me. This was true at one time, but these days I tend to find that I don't do anything worthwhile after midnight. All that happens is that after an hour or two of doing nothing useful I go to be, sleep badly and next day, find myself nodding off in the afternoon or evening.
At the moment I have three submissions to edit before sending them off, and two others to finish writing. I suppose that I can at least take pleasure from the fact that I have three ready. This is three more than I manged in either February or May, so it's not all bad, even if it short of target. With two days to go I can still do a bit better, so I'll get this finished and get to work.
Of course, as soon as I say that, the ideas stop. Julia just called me to remind me that we are going out tonight. We are going to a carvery. I had forgotten ll about it. If I'd remembered I would have cooked a smaller brunch.
Random photos, sorry, I have no inspiration. Two views of the red boat at Dunwich. One from last week, one from several years ago.
Red boat at Dunwich
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