First of all, my NaNoWriMo (national novel-writing month)-inspired story is suffering a brief hiatus, for which I apologise.
I find it difficult to write a chapter (or any other blog post) without devoting an unbroken chunk of time to it. When there are other demands on my time and what’s left is too fragmented, my brain just can’t make use of those scraps of the day. I’m not great at task-switching.
Anyway, here is a scrap in my day, which finds me sitting in my current café of choice (not in a bookshop), in between doing some stuff at home, having lunch and going for my monthly anti-androgen injection. So it’s time for another unpost, probably quite a brief one.
Just reflecting on the last month or so, during which I foolishly thought I could actually write a novel, I realise that so much has happened. Tutoring at the university has imposed on my schedule to a greater extent than anything has done for a while, but my diary has also been full of meetings and events and stuff that has started to impinge on what I have become used to thinking of as free time.
I don’t think I’m doing too much at the moment (except that it feels like too much), because I can’t imagine many people having a less busy life than me. And when I say imagine I don’t mean picture, of course! Yes, I’m still dwelling on the ramifications of my recent discovery that I am aphantasic.
Anyway, this is just a little scrap of my day which I have devoted to having a cup of coffee and rambling into the void. I hope it won’t be too long before I can add some proper posts to my blog, especially for those of you who want to know what’s become of Freyja and who the mysterious ornithologist is.