“When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo’d by anxiety…” I had one of those nights last night, where you wake up for no reason and can’t get back to sleep. Or it may have been early this morning rather than late last night, but annoyingly, when I was awake and trying to get back to sleep, the thing that prevented me were those lyrics going around in my head. “I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety;” I just looked up the full lyrics and there are a lot of words in there, but I’m not going to read them, or they’ll get stuck in my head too, and then tonight…
Meanwhile… not a great deal to report. Met up with some friends yesterday evening and had a great time. Finished the first draft of the next book yesterday too, and I need to get that sent to my Kindle app so Neil can read it as he always does with my first drafts, poor thing. I still need to find a title then I can start thinking about a cover and set those wheels in motion. While that’s going on, the temperature has been more bearable which generally makes life easier, the harbour is busy during the day, the festival has started and, although I haven’t seen a programme yet, I imagine there is something on somewhere most evenings. The festival usually runs from about now until early September, so if you’re heading this way in August, particularly, you will be able to see and hear a performance of something at some time.
