Tuesday’s Tea: A Minty McGinty. Cocoa and peppermint, mixed with rooibos leaves for a sweet, caffeine free mug of goodness.
So, I’m sitting on the floor in the corner of my room, slowly letting my bottom fall asleep. My nieces have taken all the comfortable writing spots in the house, but that’s okay. Such are the trials a writer has to face when they write in a family household. Another such trial is attempting to concentrate when a five-year old is singing ‘Walk Like an Egyptian’ whilst dressed like a Pharaoh. Also cartwheels.
So. Many. Cartwheels.
Today is the second of three days I took off work to make some headway with The Winter Court. I’ve changed the plot of this book three times, so you know it’s giving me some trouble. I finally settled on a path I like very much, but now I have to get the words down. And not just any words. The right words, in the right order.
I’ll be honest, it’s hard to do when you’ve got a full house. I’ve been compensating for this difficulty with plentiful cups of Minty McGinty and a large slice of Surprise Victoria Spongecake.
Let me explain about Surprise Victoria Spongecake.
Yesterday, a lovely white Labrador puppy called Molly ran into our house when her owner knocked to tell my partner he’d left his car lights on. Molly turned out to be a troublesome pup, and refused to leave the house when called. Instead, she got onto the sofa and gave my dad a cuddle, which he was thrilled with. It was probably the highlight of our day.
Fast forward to this evening. There was a knock on the door, and it’s our neighbour / Molly’s owner again. Apparently, his wife was so embarrassed when he told her that Molly ran into our house, she made us a cake.
Look, this is it.
It was the best cake I’ve had in a long, long time and, of course, the loveliest thought. The Goodacre clan adore dogs, so we were more than happy with Molly’s appearance. Receiving a cake for the ‘inconvenience’ was a bit like someone buying you dinner to apologise for giving you a million pounds.
But the end result of all of this is that I’m fed, watered and feeling more inclined to tackle my troublesome Winter Court scenes again. Rock on, Tuesday.