tired

Crazy week, crazy weekend. Five days of flower-show-porta-cabin-working-for-a-living culminating in two days of heavy-metal-electronica-noise-with-a-bit-of-folk-too-many hyphens-here; I feel strange. I'm also reading The White Tiger and feeling pretty unimpressed so far, but we'll see where it goes. I'm working again this week and then heading to Norfolk on a mini-retreat from Saturday to Tuesday with some delightful internet people, and I can't wait for that; I might even get some words on paper (read screen) on the hypothetical novel. The characters are starting to form anyway, so that's a start. But now I need to find clean clothes, and that's the hardest thing of all. While I do that, you guys wish Nik a happy birthday.

1 comment:

Rosalind said...

so much reading. so fast. you're tired because your head is full of big, heavy words!

but you have inspired me to read Candide...