It feels like the week went from Monday to Friday and I didn’t get hardly anything completed. I keep changing the first few chapters of two books as I want them to be so perfect for when I have the meetings but sometimes I think I should just stop and let my story come through how it was intended to in the first place. It’s not easy and very stressful, wish I could just stop worrying about it.
We have at last moved on from prose in creative writing and boy am I pleased, I just could not get my head round any of that and it was making me lose all enthusiasm for the class. I did speak up about it and discovered that I was not the only one so that made me feel better. For the next couple of weeks we are doing research which I think I am ok at but it will be good to do some about something completely different and my topic is a haunted house in Folkestone so I am really looking forward to that as it’s right out of my comfort zone and it will be good to write a scary or horror story as not written anything like that before.
I had Izzy round for dinner tonight and we were looking for some deals to Amsterdam as she really wants to see where Anne Frank lived and I would like to go to The Van Gogh Museum.
I am looking forward to a sunny weekend and plan to get the garden straight and clean the table and chairs ready for sitting out there. I am catching up with an old friend for dinner, who I haven’t seen for about six years so that should be fun. I came across this the other day and it made me realise that so many people make mistakes in life and we should be more forgiving and accepting.