I think I've eaten more Easter Egg
than should be legal but Stu did buy me the most gorgeous cookies and
crème egg so if I'm found in a diabetic slump in a few days...blame
him. It's been a beautiful Easter weekend, I've been to the gym,
taken long walks on the beach with the boys and watched just the
right amount of crap on the telly. I stocked up on art supplies for
the weekend just in case I fancied doing some art but to be honest
I've just been too busy. Plus I am still getting over the shock of
paying £17 for a sketchbook!! When did they go up in price? I mean,
what the HELLICOPTER?
I've got a nice healthy amount of
clients this week and a healthy amount of writing to get done. My
fantasy/folklore novel is coming along nicely but I can't seem to
shake the feeling that I'm catching up with myself constantly on it.
I want it done already, so begins the wrestling of getting a book out
of my head and onto the page. I'm sure it will all come out of my
noggin sooner or later. Are writers ever “still” in the process
of creating a book or is it a case of being perpetually
uncomfortable? I feel like I'm being told the story rather than
writing it, I think because I spent so long writing songs I can now
only write in a way that flows that way. Every time I get too in my
head about writing, or music or art for that matter it always comes
out crappy. So, I'd best sit my ass down, shut up and listen! I think
I'm going to get a lot done on it this week PLUS I found a whole
bunch of canvases that I haven't used so hopefully I can squeeze in
some studio time too to do some painting and making.
Oh, I forget to tell you all about
Dublin! I had a lot of fun there seeing things and doing stuff BUT a
stomach bug put me TOTALLY out of action for the whole drinking part
which, let's be honest, is a big reason for going to Dublin in the
first place. I did manage to get a Guinness in me before we left but
that left me clinging to my own personal Irish throne for grim life
at four in the morning. I swear I had a contraction at one point!
Stu loved the Zoo and I loved the Wax museum but it's totally sods
law that I got better on the day we were leaving. I did make the most
of it and Stu was super sweet looking after me while I was a sickly,
sweaty mess! We were there to celebrate our 4 years of being together
( I know it's flown right? ) and the whole point of the holiday was
to have fun, laugh and spend time with my Mr which we did get to do I
just wish I hadn't been ill is all. Ah well, Paris and New York are
next and I am determined to have a better time there!
Catch up with you soon,
Big Love
RJ
