What's to do?
I've had this LJ for ages, and I've done B-all with it, so I thought it was about time I started logging in and putting pen to paper - in the digit to keyboard way. The problem is - I never have anything of interest to put down! I can write epistles about the other members of my family, i.e. no 1 daughter is "festivalling -it" around the UK and Ireland, working with her boyfriend. No.2 daughter has just finished reading a film script in which she is to play the lead, and her excitement is tangible. My other half, him indoors, significant other, has his arm in a sling, thanks to jousting. That sounds really good until the whole truth is heard. He fell off a hobby-horse. In other words, he was showing his students how to tilt at the quintain, using a hobby-horse and foam lance, when he tripped and fell ON his horse, which popped out his clavicle. Reminds me of the time I ended up in a neck brace after trying to put my hair in a scalp plait, or when I put both of my kneecaps out of joint in a sewing accident! Has anyone else suffered ridicule along with the pain because of a farcical accident? Please feel free to comment, but stick to the truth.
I'm about to give up teaching, only returning for the odd day (or the even day if I get the call). I am going to be creative with my time, and set up a mask-making business. I've also promised to write a children's book, and this time I won't ditch the script in a fit of pique when I leave it for a while, then decide it is trite, unadulterated crap. I will re-write, re-draft, re-whatever until it is perfect. Who am I kidding? I'll probably thnk of JK's worthy, wordy, extensively researched tomes and bin it again! Maybe the LJ will be the only repository for my literary genius. I'm sure that I've heard somewhere that "genius is one step away from madness". Sounds about right.
I'm about to give up teaching, only returning for the odd day (or the even day if I get the call). I am going to be creative with my time, and set up a mask-making business. I've also promised to write a children's book, and this time I won't ditch the script in a fit of pique when I leave it for a while, then decide it is trite, unadulterated crap. I will re-write, re-draft, re-whatever until it is perfect. Who am I kidding? I'll probably thnk of JK's worthy, wordy, extensively researched tomes and bin it again! Maybe the LJ will be the only repository for my literary genius. I'm sure that I've heard somewhere that "genius is one step away from madness". Sounds about right.