A Haiku for national poetry day.....

Thought I'd write Haiku
Then thought why should I bother?
So I never did.

Well, I've spent a few fruitful hours on my manuscript and am well pleased with that. If I do any more I am going to get the mother of all headaches, so it's time to give it a rest. Writing is an important part of my life but it's not the be-all and end-all.

So now I emerge from my darkened silent room. Why darkened? I just cannot write with the curtains open. I like to be shut away, cocooned. I haven't tried writing in a cupboard yet, but it's a possibility. Why silent? Ditto. I cannot write with music in the background. I like silence. Silence is comforting, warm, embracing. Noise just does my head in.

I feel like a mole emerging into the world. Outside the sun is shining and I'm sorry to have missed it. I check the online newspapers and I'm not sorry to have missed them. It's mostly all the same stuff : death; yobs; disaster; David Cameron made a wonderful speech without any notes; David Cameron had a cheek not bothing to prepare his speech but just rambling on; blah; blah; and herbal medicine.

*stops and takes a deep breath*
Well, does it work or doesn't it? On a normal day I would probably rant about this at length. But today, I am calm. I am serene. I am knackered from writing. (The Manuscript is already 60,000 words and growing).
So all I am going to say is this. It works for me so I take it.

There.

Apologies for not writing a proper blog entry today - I am just a bit pressed for time.

In particular I need to finish the research on my book and knock the first three chapters into better shape. It's just that whenever I sit down to work all hell seems to break out.... someone knocks at the door, the telephone rings (it went one better this week and actually broke, just for good measure! )or whatever....

Hopefully I shall be back again later (maybe with more firework stories? )