Weaving elements of life

I hate to think of time as limited and something that needs to be divided up. Endless prioritisation exercises are needed to try and all of a life into those divisions. Of course I do prioritise it, but I really hate to. Things tend to go in the immediate “I have to” or “I want to” files. The former is typically the daily grind at work plus to real have tos – eating, drinking sleeping. Though these also fit firmly in the latter camp. I can’t bring myself to call a nap a waste of time. It may take up a division or two and mean I don’t complete a piece of work on a particular day, but I love to do it and it feels good.

These divisions don’t haunt may as they may some. I don’t clock in and clock out. They cast a shadow though on my desire to write. I only want to write when I want to, when I enjoy it. As a hobby that’s right. Still, I wish I could ease up on twine of the “have to dos” which may make me more likely to get that time back to write more than I have for the last several months.

I’m sure I could just be more disciplined. Where’s the fun in discipline though?


I’m finding editing is going smoothly. Edits on almost every page but I’m really enjoying reading my story back to myself. Although, at times I wonder what on Earth I was thinking when I wrote certain sections – they’re grammatically horrible, don’t fit with the story and are probably there because I was trying to […]

In custody

…some work in progress from the Cazique of Poyais story…

Gustavus walked down the street towards the new apartment that Jose, Emma and Noemi were staying in with Thomas Irving, MacGregor’s secretary, in tow. Thomas was annoyed at having been tasked with following Gustavus on this particular mission. He was suited to sitting at a desk, writing letters, filling in ledgers, planning. Not this nonsense of being out and about chasing after people for money. Worse was that the lot they were going to see didn’t even have the money. They were just targets for information. Gustavus was sure that they would know where Lehuby was, that snake.Read More »

On the run

…some work in progress from the Cazique of Poyais story…

Lehuby was sipping a coffee in the cafe where Noemi, Emma and Jose had once spent such an effort in finding Lehuby.  They knew he was there because they had just spoken to Gustavus who indicated it was where Lehuby spent his time recently – looking for tips on where he might find willing settlers.  When Emma and Noemi entered the cafe, they scoured the room to find Lehuby.  Having been such a time since they last saw him and because of the story they had built up in their heads about him, they expected something that looked a touch more evil.  He was just the same, standard, French gentleman though.  Drinking coffee whilst checking the shipping news.  Emma and Noemi looked at each other as if in hesitation as to what they were about to do, but decided there was no point hesitating.

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