This isn’t going to be one of those annoying posts where someone pats themselves on the back for having some flowers in the garden and ‘the best husband in the world*’. At least, I’m hoping it isn’t. (If it is, feel free to send me a virtual slap. Or a real one if you only live up the road.)
It’s more of a follow up from last week’s blog where we looked at alternative ways to get the writing bug back in fallow periods. I was just picking blackberries in the sunshine, ready to make a crumble for the visitors who are coming later on, and it hit me that this was one of those perfect moments when everything was okay in my world. This was why:
- The daughters have been on an adventure and I’m the world’s worst worrier when they’re travelling but they’re back safely in Brighton at last
- There are loads of blackberries
- And kidney beans
- And a few really pretty sweet peas left
- I’ve just passed the 50 000 word mark on my WIP after a really sticky bit, and get this – I know what’s coming next … ish …
- My kind bloke is cleaning the kitchen floor (*sorry for the plug for him, but it’s really not my favourite job and it needed doing before the visitors saw it and realised I was a slut)
- The grass was warm under my bare feet
- I haven’t seen said visitors for ages; they’re going to get the full roast beef/Yorkshire pudding combo and I’m already hungry thinking about it
- I found a white feather out there on the lawn
Of course, such bliss is fleeting – I came in and tracked grass over the newly hoovered carpet -not a good move – and then noticed I’d got blackberry stains down my front.
But anyway, on this bank holiday weekend, maybe it’s time to catch the moment and then go off and write about it. I’m aiming for the 55 000 word milestone now, and there could well be blackberries in the next part.
So – what makes your own perfect inspirational writing moment? The Romaniacs, ever nosy, really want to know.
Happy holiday weekend,
Celia x
The Romaniacs 
Made me feel happy just reading this! 🙂 I love those moments, and completely sympathise with feeling at ease once the children are home. I have a Weasley-style clock in my head pointing to mortal peril until they’re back… No hope for me really.
The Weasley clock is operating here at the moment – mine have just aquired an ancient camper van … which they will drive up and down the motorway s of Britain and FranceI don’t need to expand on this for you, Clare, I can tell!
Celia x