It has been a good couple of weeks. Lots of stuff has happened, and I seem to have found my 'centre' again. Karma, Fate and Serendipidity have deemed to involve themselves and throw me into the midst of a situation most wonderful and intriguing and exciting (more about that, maybe, at some point). Goals that were beginning to look ominously difficult are suddenly looking achievable and realistic. The writing is coming on and cake never tasted better. I guess what I am trying to say is that I am happy. And that feels good.
The @NaNoWriMo twitter account tweeted yesterday that there were 'only' 98 days to go until NaNoWriMo. Last year I met a whole bunch of rather wonderful writers and scribblers through NaNo, and other than the fact that I 'won' the challenge, this is my favourite thing about the event.
Writing is a solitary activity, and yet Twitter and NaNo have managed to make this much less so. As I blogged during last year's endeavours, the support, friendship and patience shown by fellow NaNoers was immense and was instrumental in getting me through. The encouragement given by the team running the challenge was incredible, as was their energy, and the gee-ups from the numerous professional high-profile writers and authors did much to keep us going.
I am going do it again this year, and this time I will attend the bi-weekly writing events, hopefully to catch up and meet some of my fellow challengees. Apparently I was quite grumpy at times last year, this time I will make a concious effort to chill out and enjoy the process (I did last time, but oh boy, I did get a tad stressed occasionally). If I had the time and money I would even fly out to San Francisco for the Night of Writing Dangerously. That would be awesome.
I am even seriously thinking about appling for the Municipal Liason position for either Wiltshire or Exeter and Devon, although both are a little out of my way. Or in India, because I could always do with a month in India.
So I have 97 days to come up with a plot line, characters and a world to base them in. Shouldn't be too hard... should it?
I've just received an email from my mother, addressed to the whole clan, regarding land and tax issues to do with property in the homeland. It clearly lays out the issues and liabilities, calculations, historical situation and ends with options for moving forward. It is concise, clearly and well written and very easy to follow.
It is at times like this that I realise that I don't really know my mum that well at all.
Yesterday I ran home from work. Today I did it again. It doesn't sound like much, roughly 4.7 miles with some up and down. But I enjoyed it, thoroughly.
Oddly this has been a little milestone of mine, being able to do this. And I did it.
On Sunday the thought of the route home felt long and unknown and scary. Yesterday I discovered that it wasn't. The distance had shrunk, the effort needed wasn't as intense as expected, the time needed not much more than my normal journey.
Today it was smoother, easier, not at all intimidating. Each step was a step already taken, familiar. The environment was known, the expectations set. Even accounting for the couple of minutes wasted yesterday on slight detours I still managed to take three minutes off of my time.
I ache, and my knee is a little sore but I still feel like I could go for a run right now. I want to go for a run. I am going for a bike ride tomorrow and all I can think about is going for a run instead.
Its odd, but finally, I think, I am beginning to understand where I fit in with this thing called running.
Cafe Maitreya is considered one of the best organic vegetarian places in Bristol, and deservedly so. The food is fresh, inventive and tasty. Mmm. Or, as we like to say on Twitter, #nom.
Travels on My Elephant by Mark Shand remains one of my favourite travelogues. Very much of its time it charts Shand's 800 mile journey through India, and his developing relationship with Tara, his elephant. Funny, moving, insightful and full of character, it well portrays the romanticism of India against the dying embers of its colonial past. It is, at heart, a love story and is well worth seeking out and reading.
Amanda Palmer's Who Killed Amanda Palmer? [Alternate Tracks] is hugely enjoyable. I am not sure how you describe her music, it is tagged as baroque-pop and punk-cabaret, both of which seem apt. Its dark and playful and soulful and quite strange, but I like it. I am particularly taken with Runs in the Family and Blake Says.